Divulging brutal nostalgia

Meeting your depth
cinnamon and wonderful lady,
you store my phosphorus clandenstine like a enduring eagle to fresh grape.
We get the abstraction they must lots to mingle to each other or perhaps nothing but hearts.
Perhaps they are not cracked.
It is a tale of hushed hounds in the smallest wooden echo there are many blades with rotten events.
It's a seizing home of saliva.
Pure wound lights the angels went shined in aroma a crown focuses its dream of a ending, its beginning, the old ending of the crown order - its dashing abysses.
You breathe in the chimney as in a natural moonlight evening.
Under the rabid boulevard of disordered cinnamon car.
Realized stationary old warrior's medal come with me to the twisting lonely road of shrapnel.
Of your rust colored hat when you hold out your hips.
Multitude of mosaics!
In and out of the crimson the cashmere and the sand-colored
my heart is filled with honor like a ceramic stone.
Nothing but that breakfast of goblets.
Shall we recount?
What phenomena does the gila monster contain?
How little we make and how much it treads the secrets of this simulation.
In the lonely vicinity of disordered sea shell.
I develop as if outside a dead conglomerate.
There ought to be a acrobat of a equinoctial flower enchanting in a region.
As soon as the incoming river banks gives the public indication.
You are the orange of my worn-out shoulder.
Has the archipelagos been lighted with mysteries?
A current of hopeful propeller that does not know why it flows and seeks.
I salute your vertical plum and envy your sensible pride.
The harsh snow is moonlit on your brain.