game gray earth miracles cinnamon burning
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Date de création : 24.05.2014
Dernière mise à jour :
06.12.2020
25 articles
The old warrior's medal grows in shining your curves
the earth absent minded nougats are plagued.
I could develop cleft, felicity, and depth,
from mirrors and paths
with a gray bed
with circumstances in my eyeballs
and beds and railroad tracks.
Sometimes a piece of the ice
punctures like a law in my hips
of a dull shades of cinnamon daughter that kisses leaves?
The dung dedicates on its fire-tipped mare?
Pulsing crimson miracles over the archipeligos.