could have bartered a rally, into a dream unfoldingwithout premise.beyond wakethere lies breeze swept solace.waves whispering chortlesinto bulkhead.tw..
umber with your bulkof indefinite weighttherein is muscleof a nostalgic era.force upon nowhopes of yourexistencewithout rumblingquestionswho can't rea..
all week it rained.roses opposedtheir move to bloomrefrainingfrom their fragileopening toward doom;but i don't believei ever told youabout my endearin..
to thinkthat these trees push lifelessaway from them.that depletionends with an internal commandbrought to bare by a branchlonging to witness emptines..
you're onto this dichotomy, my brother, aren't ya ?surveying property launching yourself onto dockscathing a three hundred sixty degree pan within six..
Ed Morgan hadn't seen thatanimal within himself for some time.he wasn't a quiet man,most times he wassmettering his coffee-smoked teeth with his absur..
all of these things they are this dreamthat i have stood within shine to uttertruth within this world has raised mebeauty of silent growth has set me ..