Invasive desire
The chilly flame trembles
Wishing hearsay of something exact
Skyrockets make holes in the walls
As water melts sugar
Who builds walls with honey?
Her colorless coat was sprayed with soil guard
She dropped it on the mirror.
Not everything means something, she said.
Songs cooperate and walls crystallize
Don’t?
Start it exactly but slow
And hurry!
There are regulations that must be obeyed
When the story is pink
But there’s journey that’s gray
And a tot
For petrified harmony
And maybe Paul was right
And we are amazed
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