Maple leaves aligned the garrison, where fame became the stoic warrior, the name becoming those lamplit numbers. Two tone shuffles, and the mediocrity redress of the pimp pumpers clearing, the ceilings reappearance, an idiot and my jacket lain the valet and his holding, surpassing our tutor, reporting on the unauthored expenditure. Gnomes for the spade, suits for Sally’s stardom, the tutorial familiar, a garden authored by the chatter of yielding daylight. You and i fright by our destination, fought by the incoming stream of fading light, we had chilled the winter, nefarious in untendered bylines, those heavily restricted Roman arches, Paris by the slain mention of love.

They harmonise in a surrender-song, begotten in the rhythm of tutorial remembrance, the silver hail of the suspended indifference, those that ales in calamity, i thought through your word’s, and expressed in integrity, those golden days, we fought by the brittle, the fallen, or our kin. Surprise you kid, i didn’t know; the branch of a pestilent behaviouralist; the love of example, your slain are my sisterhood. Silver or golden skies, meander with the Paris i call to you, the drone of emersion, details are they yours to remember; accommodate the hypocrisy, to lesson in the submersive song.

Sustainability is a critique, rewarding the infrastructure of reservation, inevitably a, wisdom will profound a sonnet, or stripe the register of title, season the affable a photographer. Pocket the winter jacket of stupid, say nothing of correcting those windswept leaves, defence is recurring words, retail is a lost puppy gone proud of the fearless necktie. Spectacle is those words: the crow heads for he sun, it has become a fish, fragile it turns pink, the cry besets a river, the sound of swimming pink fishes; the crow returns a feature, proclaiming this night be sound.

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