by
dramatic seams or dungeons to have needs for surrendering. by ages as to evolve
while it took its centuries. I would those gazanias by such an ache where forests
bled bones they arrived! such tomb-wilderness seated amidst tigers where wood
was set to flames; the courage of a man those angels in a woman where one is
forced to live a capella. iron
so filthy or red virgin soil as addicted to hating some people; where a soul is
crossed, for it must be gentle, where persons are horrible—those skis those
sleds if but to have Big Bear fun—the moon laughing or sun paranoid while it
shines more; a cave in me a diamond in you while buried in time—such susurrus
battles such graveyard agony while carried into a drastic instrumental. a table filled by herbs a couch bleeding
secrets while a fate heaves in his perishables; to need to excavate or
determine suitability where one is too foul to ignore. our casual habits our
susceptible waves or such acceptance if but to feel loved. astral pictorials or
astronaut acrobatics while Love was so damn irresistible. such a trite
statement but days were into us while stars chastised our emeralds. if but to
adore more or to cure anxiety where a real mind speaks to its
disqualifications: if ever to be loved, as something so vestal (pure) or viral
in perception where dying in you is beautiful; our non-mistaken voyage as
incredible/outstanding humans with much invested in articulation; such vapid
delight such empty forgiveness as mirrored thespians. or sagelike suffering
where one knows with conviction as a design is meant by existence.
our craving
witnesses our drastic tragedies so annoyed with those opposite realities; as
deserving souls with much more to give or much joy inside. if but to deny our
alienation while so astute for academia where a soul is sudden into its
paradox.
