Saturday, February 4, 2012

Through Solar Fields

Pinch invent of her little trip.
It is just a bit begrudge and hard
to sang where. Sky rise in my
dainty pleasure cup. In a similar way
because you move of where that is what
make my texture. Consider then it darken
blank. This too is soon adorn simple
of both fatigue and physical buoyancy.
It seemed to sleep being like a fully infer.
Our turmoils aversion of being we were
  made loving with people with others
    continued. Control bellies being
      swept up for a balance hat. I trust
        only you, leaving opaque signals
          scratched down across
localized field grids.

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