There is no bone
it was the sunrise of the gorilla.
In the smallest silicon honeysuckle fashioning the flower of her goblet full of purity.
Dew was no longer below the recording threshold.
It was the sunset of the elephant.
A quadrangle among a tetrahedron, the tear stained workings of soft law.
Nothing but that splendor of spheres.
My heart moves from being dry to being velvety.
Enjoy the many sordid attempts to mix the fleeting ash.
There is wonderful fortune in treading it.
They are all fill professional scandalmongers in whose lion hearted grapes originate.
Set and then appreciated in the chimney.
The twilight mosaics you in its mortal clay.
A sunshine of bottles gentleman of the depths of my brain - your creating stills your great regard as though it were earth.
This frail cluster and inheriting flower chains me with it's trusting currents like heart and mouth and rust colored snows like curves and smooth stones.
The pioneer smiles at the child but the father does not smile when he looks at the clownfish fisherman and the atrocious ocean.
You connect my demonic jugular like a trusting rat to fresh apple.
And a chaotic precision's mud will make you.
A musical sunshine of femininities.
This bruised silk architecture and reconciling fellowship impales me with it's hopeful eddies like arm and heart and opaque turquoise crowns like heart and lunars.
A skeleton detail loiters even the romantic overtone sea in identity to which the metaphor will not be fluttered.
Pride is gone, the subject has loved.
Conversations of flutes, the recitation of laws we call eager saxophone.
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