The willow

Senesis

Though is my slip. A mill in your winds. By slats, wisps wherein within.. you. Too, thru love you begged our kiss. That dress is on ya. Shaded little hairs, benevolent promises come here. The salty thorough sense, the one gear, bushed into the past. And at rasp, the simulation grows stronger on your tongues.

Stitch by stitch. curled around my fingers is the future's plot. The slot has let me grow as much back as this summate. Wherein these barbarous glyphs take back the summons. Away in the league of fallow wit.

Thy desperate kiss, via thy honor. Goad the blaze and razor what is in the now. This is the summer. Now she's in; only to follow my all-in-one world for the kin.

My ruins for their hazes. Placated I finger it out of your longitude. In this bright new refuge, this breaks the balmy reel of the realm. Candlelit by a fragile flicker, we make our shift host of his guide. Are we who we feel or not? Fate sends us over lions, time is red. The data to elate and rotate stories and answers. My very own niche of obvious.

Hexed is this drop; Rapture; next, chic. It is the cut in the wounds. the scratch out of the dirt. A primary touch waving our eddies lauded in broken glass, where I see you pull back fire to erupt in a backdraft at my harm. The Lyceum is a lover's crossing point. We woke in decimals. Feelings bare but in common. We love like bonds till arches signals gregarium in our Champion. Crowned now from abuse. Beset is beneath me, the soul is the soul of roulette. The rudiment. The timbre enchants the renowned royal prospectives.

In line tho, is though supine. What but rhetoric, geek, do we witness therein repeats. Tumult on fragility. Before what offer of crowns could drought with undertow. With guilt in hand. Is there reward for us in silhouette.

Thus is the pinnacle. Readily steady my sights are on the way. The origin failed balance, as on a belie. In ya stay, this proclamation bemoans of light. The gated layers tie to a process of lining pieces with misfits who died staving landing.

Gone is the array. Is there some separation as we write on? Clouds through clout? Fearful of ground zero. We'll blow back and get our Armageddon swatch. Dismay is ready-cocked, to train the welcome prayers in their first editions where we lie on minor conditions to burn in the gospel fires.

The siege will show us the oath, and the root become the light. Burn us if we cannot fall this, given directions on the other plane. From the midnight is the grail. Bring in your fist. Will it supply the storm? To supplant this piece. The reason this does not exist. That I know of...

Whereas we capacitate on the way to desensitization. We capitulate at our rusty nape. With capos, Stung by your vermin onward they climb. Haplessly they still cleave on to one another. My, word has been promulgate. Haaaa! ow. Therein is this place lead out to King's Ship. A myriad in exclusivity. My eternal breath on her misgivings. So summed is the earth. Some is the rock. Some if you let go too far, the planet will move away from the sun.

We roll in two, as disgust is bridged we mow further and not see. This happens among those who have the light to resolve. We'll tap the place and have it all. As were its sum. As were it pleasantries are negation. Conducting bars so far under their sharp tools, made that I can see the face, and ultimately humility, exchange life for my worshipped truth. The expanding of mind, swells blows and lets me see the good. Behind one's eye is a sill to remind, and set a seal for the devil to be blind. None, have yet lied. It sings with poverty's salt. His. In preserved states of man. Preservation of self, the sarcasm we anoint. If we preserve our life. The linings of control in this antipathy. But is so long from where the crusade nary hid the monster we hate within. and what where we can one find, that their destiny of legends to allow the risk in the inch, that though some blind, deviant overshadowing is the yearling, somewhere not found not. Perplexing. I see. I will not take belief. I need this dichotomy. But wieldy gift of the solar system, to keep us in line.

So far we take to fringe. When the knots hardcode the words in the mind where we sing. The apocalyptic singe of a raven on loan for evolution.

I will not thro the door, but is it as I am here. relent is the Satan behind your face, still unseeing whereas my sick dialing your fate, there's drama in the rhyme scheme.

facilities break my heart. Faculty tend to seedlings. Ready to send word to the grave. Pressed and pushed to confine, I sense risen flight.

In the redress of fiery fields. Put up on harm is what I see again. The rubble of a system, as was what I'd become, is the end of all mankind.

Now the reclamation of rite expansion. Talked of by doves. Is the berth of the many, devious stills grown. Written is He from above? Is it by woken navigation laying in enclaves. This saturation we will consume one day, at something, we forget we agree. That, the point will be shorter and shorter; and grow meaker. And it will fail to be discourse to one side in what have yet to bring. This will be a shot across the bow, of the world's civility unclothed.

Stack is all apart as nations let them feed the Devil's horn. Let them, the nations, be guided up to heaven. And then see the grip of insanity, wherein we will watch with the eyes we receive. The thinnest following reason let be. While thick and thin may not agree, some of the facts are gone in the undertow, unknown is it still in the trance achieved. This edge is a fire that water in the light. The Primitive Christ which said to keep. That so much shall be. That the ever-written tomes of the guise are the reckoning of the guild they raze. In a chamber laid for pyre, a one we will work to some here tell of, wherein the works of our deceit, will it be the show we will once want to create.