I can’t fathom into twilight or dusky
tries where it requires groveling. the garden petal the botanical elements so
cured where it feels unsteady; to cherish phantoms or an interior utopia or
denying those closed gates; a man degraded where they feel this way while one
prides pure destruction; to have destroyed life to have cuffed faith where
humanity is much for exploitation.
it
never works with expectations or it never has zest while it becomes common
frustration. the xyst but a bare bone while we try until we succumb to our
urges. by distressed sociality or so filthy where a man is filled by its void.
to speak too much or it’s perceived as innocence where one is covering harmful
properties. (I will share a subject our dear phenomenon, where children are
different in those winds: early manipulation, steady deception, either become
its elements or an observant bystander.) such feathered leaves into a grassroot
body while it must feel goodness—to have such cooperation, as never a doubted
ideology, while confronted by deeper schisms.
the
following snail the dangerous adult while I plead for clarity: the burdensome
lies those haggard contours or to sense such famed sophistication: those
deliberate evasions or settled so gorgeous while one is aware of torturing
mire. our attractions even slight slime where it wouldn’t be if it could be! hands
rushing to iniquity or tossing for a murky deed or aroused by unknowingness: at
shame but forward or un-levitated feeling at the palace. such dying paradise or
spirit-exercises while a man frets or dies asking for his reign.
it
was unusual this face-valued person where it might not be excellent: the laughs
the cries while one is so close, he knows for inveiglements: those
gesticulations those readable cues while one sits or stands so boldly. such saffron
clouds or blue pelicans while we hope to escape. those social cymbals, or a
friend’s full acceptance, while harboring interior dissonance. to exclaim we
matter to consecrate speech while we know its lip service.
