The clock had fallen short, but the rhythm of blues was open; lilac with down the hurdle; a form of style; fields cross while.
Descent was open sea; some place with a forehead; pat. there was a strange man in a cloud; he blew wind; lilo.
Fuzzy brink; a relay; the Saturn tryst where boulders crammed and flew grey; became blatancy. The man in margarine; corrected as thumbs do; presented Gulliver pet; what was dove before clone.
Fly slows; window line; buzy brie the knock stock tap of lunacy
Horse put in the mortuary; Fuseli composition; simple hate; no don’t want; dare you.
Oh but the tree spoke
You’re nice; you’re paid; alas, dismayed.
There is no grieve to need; snippet delayed.
Follow the hair in the wood; find a bottle, could. The stones flew off the left, the trunks creaked. spinach in weft.
Want to write; confess; want spite; mistress.
Neither the choice for systematic loss; bugle bead.
Mentor plague; swarms of me; tag free to swing.
And in the book; loud at place