sore meaning to me or designs so inflated while in a private world—to love or adore to worship like Israelian(s) so Arabic such a chase if but escaping Palestine. so much blueberries where Love is mistaken as to treat a man like fungi; those hips committing murder the calves on trial at some jury semi-unconscious.
Love was acquitted, for radical beauty, where not one person claimed her.
the
phoenix moving slowly, those squirrels in awe, after ten weeks to resurrect. so
infused where a man lost his self or purple moons deigned low.
Love
would tat her face as thickness does its memories so accustomed to fair abuse—those
thighs too remorseful or it might cringe at feathers or curses.
so
spectacular or too mental while her therapist is nervous. but Love is music
while a man is a private world, where a woman is plural realities.
oh
to dance or shadows mourning or whistling where gods are uncertain. such aggravation
or some protagonist or such sunshine those few rays. as drifting casually or
touching his gamble in a world discounted; for he never met her, he merely saw
here, they never conversed. such a private world such reaching darkness
while
life is phantasmagorias.
