My hours recollect with a sultry brief, bays of sky blue sapphires, fond those pooling traces of a distant recluse, wades of curvacious rain, domain in arch, filters of the chatter, metered steps they reclaim. The precipitation pooled his thoughts, shared the insights of tracing the salient orb sent rasp, their conculsion paced those set to stone. Leading the chattered filter, pattered with afoot or splash, desire deepened my recovery of lingering recipe, inscription by nails, pasted by abreast, what fillings harsh they scored another sheet of slight stone, cornered the identity card with rehydrating eyes, sensual nails atop qubits of my reduction.

Walked the then to be moonlit evening, said nothing of the pastries reunion, those touting bake-houses brought chatter, amongst awning as the commuter rendered their appraisal, the time had spoken in time, to watch the reflecting window frames, encase her sapphire drops of dew. Stood the chatter of blind and awning, wondered the visual countertops, traced the receded breath, compassioned the hour late, read out aloud anew description. Painted the step-indoors oscillated a circumference, tendered those hours in our bakehouse return, earned their earlier starts.

Visibility quenched rewarding those constructing by scratch, ornamental reflection, unison the need for carbohydrate, closure neared the return, we set too recline the moonlit arcade. Tabled the chatter depleted, coffee enclosed the partition of nightfall, they are only astray when looks are brief, completed to my hungry sky, beset our view to those, for they imply my lips your cause.

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