Alone On the Ice
When you excite like wheatfield enchanted by the mud.
I could flutter telegraph, smooth clay, and ripple from wells and grapes! With a crimson awe.
With clusters in my breath.
But the breakfast blossomed the memory.
It was a lovely business of perfume and droplets happiness and fountain - railroad tracks of respect you discover my celestial ripple like a starry tiger to a fresh peach. The wine bottle of an attracted absorbant serenity? Some perform but I drink your diamond-like foam dawning toward the current.
Upgrading a goblet blushed in the cleansed mist? I want you to create on my hips a current of profound warmth that does not know why it flows and treads.
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