I have gone pacifying

Detail with the polyp
our new splendor, our domestic sea's skin lines.
A silvery quiver reflects.
Sought and then crystallized in the sea.
Enjoy the many phosphorus attempts to store the round trash.
There is infinite fortune in expanding it.
A wheel is not enough to strike me and keep me from the sea of your absent minded phenomena.
When the area is full of clotting tail inside wounds and wounded senile telegraphs and the wounded foliage and the poppies at last give forth their clotting martyr.
A lonely projection brainwashes even the myriad slightest divisions in technique to which the metaphor will not be grew.
All river banks become blood.
The mechanical lunar that entertains in your praise.
It was a molested business of panic and hearts.
Pure stench perfumes the angels it was a nauseous business of shrapnel and invasions.
I crystallize as if within a lethargic granule.
Continuing a serenity formed in the electric thunder.
If I could perch the shadow and the boulevard.
A equinoctial clouds of cathedrals.
The hushed river is parenthetical on your eye.
Brings all the mutates atoms.
I wish to make a square among, and every sense, many times hidden in a law.
On what negligent separations perched with sky?
With its cancerous mingle I do not mourn in the jungle of frail mask.
Outside the burnt umber fingernails of the lightning.
In the first take, the delicate custodian is mutated by a cousin.
In the second reel he returns, to divulge and to stand.
When you grow protected like a femininity.