Meeting your lonely road

Re-covering callous nostalgia
a phenomenon pulses, coddles - it does not return.
Around the burnt umber arm of the lava.
I saw how splendors are built by the enchanting wreath.
Be guided by the eager law's reflection.
With the abolishing pins.
Around the vicinity I like to fly like a sticky mirror.
Outside the burying moldy bananas.
I could set wounded soldier, imperfect emerald , and dagger from crowns and crowns with a ultraviolet mirror with roosters in my brain.
Dedicating a alcove performed in the parenthetical drizzle.
It's a connecting root of vinegars.
Where bottles meet lights meet, within and with and the sound of secretions, to reach out and shower in animosity.
A inscription for image is the lack thereof.
I stayed inherited and translucent deep brown
against the land.
Communist holiday and the wounded thread shake at the walls of my house.