DEVIATE (if it please)
it grimes a find
neptitude be-longing
as if scar face tissue
is something to blow
your noise
on. Perhaps it looks
at form
and belief who
relieves it(her)self inbetween
chess lanes, frission
in the pan
gold in the gland.
Behold a brevity (made
by a
Breville) that intakes
a syncopated sterile
pretense of
uninvolved, junctures providing
bunkers for those
blown over the fold.
Taking an adjustment
on the steering wheel
thrust and dreaming of
a touch which
renders emphatic lust,
the super try
hand latterally purrs
down and in noun
with prediction, Hedge
singing brides a loud.
When one offset is
added a dress, a princess
slivers her throat and
distinction
in compunction makes a
throat of payload
jerk. Charisma locked
in the armourguard,
the condition of blow
job miopathy,
a touch injust of
waiting shell inkling, a
miniature industrial
flamboyant, grilled on
a tether and
correlated into bone.
The makeup sincere of clairessence
drunken being as
illumination touches eye
scrape – a business
tiered and succinct
within shoulder grind
and altitude.
One Moment,
NTF110415
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