They wrote an evening star, geisha mouse counted in our muse, a princely summation of Sunflowers, genuflecting the fasting Sun. Studio affixed to the sovereign night, the owl awaits the purging crest, Samuels cartridge booking in the well of ink, emptied to Chaucer’s phlegmatic host, studio five, the hours bending signet; saved by light, burnished by a starry tallow, studious for day or by night; reappearance occupied Ken Koala’s search; hamlet to the stormy elements.

Chaucer visited those awaited night’s, never curious or instamatic for the inanimate, adaptation followed them, they reprint the representing, our computational narrative, shadows lasting to the natural light. Nepal hesitated Chaucer’s return, only then weighed to the pivotal tide, moonlit resets they passing elements, fire drawn by the dismantling walls of confectionary, the needled seasons, Samuel’s constriction, spun futurity by shadowing the recipient, Nepal’s buckshot, Samuel distant to the rounding Earth. The escarpment favoured Chaucer, inclining reappearing time.

Chatter mouse retold of further copies, intended to chronograph infinite time, the very existence shaping to locate studio five: Choreograph to the arrows of time, we replaced comfort for season, Winters rehearsal founded the numerical envelope, post dated by the ninth muse, as awaited their photogenic floral, predating three more salient stores, metrical sold to accustom, complimentary tickets, welfare provided for seed.

The earth swept breadth, formalised studio five, the graduation of a founding Samuel. Deploying the ink of well, subdued his cartridge void, the daylight arrived with our audience, a tallow of starry night befell, chased Samuel was thickened by pillars confection; the reflecting arrow affirming his grace. Expunged by his reloaded recoil, fragmented the resonated candy dissolved to welfare a pillared reconstruction, the senate dissolved, for pre-election, then stored beneath, breadth and width, shot the falling star, breathing to a belated return, Samuel unholstered to the very slough, bringing fascination, too have Samuel rabbit within our shadows.

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