SEWING
MACHINE
Sustenance like a roller coaster brings back unguent cursed
and caressed. We mean to sublimate a graphic point like a shell in winter seeks
to experiment a terrify of glycol. Hold back and gesticulate the porous lake of
swept – up steaks and suffrage a moment’s enhancement. Dream and property load,
toast and fontanelle abode, I like what I have to see and spit out the intake.
Mimicking dry land, a hesitation steps off the plain and into a thorough cause
of make enemy and retort. Backward again the fragment dusted and shifted to a
more enlightening pram, going whither while the wheels held their breath.
“Instinct is too much here”, the de-light said and turned on a paraphrase.
“I’ve watched hunger for miles…..” It may take a simultaneous equation to help
us around here, forgot and overlocked.
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