far as a star is only perceived or sensible
spin your dress somewhere in the wind is robbed
meat to my east brought because I'm not rubber
I will not give the tridery of the lagoon the way I will
Easily souls of their voids and manure…

It was morning
had come
There was wine, beer
Bunches of grapes
Someone I didn't let me out
was blue
was the sky
There were clouds floating on the back
were stars sown on the bottom of the lake and
You could see how of them…