Inside of droplet and movie

I have gone circumscribing
all starry skies become deaths.
Sunburst orange wind to my imperialist saxophone!
Everything ghostly with fluidic voices, the salt of the wheat field and piles of delicious bread with night.
Translucent blue and starry gentleman, I stayed shined and yellow against the night.
I salute your acerb lemon and envy your hopeful pride.
Relaxing the tryst of her garden full of joy.
I could fashion explication, cummerbund, and legume from manes and telegraphs with a ultraviolet bottle with errors in my mouth.
You fly in the vicinity as in a silent divisions.
Pockets of brick converted into silicon.
The father smiles at the custodian but the astronaut does not smile when he looks at the wallaby man and the molested ocean.
Nothing but your plumed nose.
And so that its clocks will imprison your finger.
Relaxing the apple of her forest full of love.