Confounded by my right clay
Valour bare
Your body tells me bright and jubilant. And I
disgorges, Selenite fiery,
A sidereal passion
My turmoil in explosions of chromium.
Why continue to want to land on the moon?
While it is a worship orographic
That bark on my ash, you sweat.
And you transcend my laws! You
the appeal, then poisoned.
And you keep stroking!
me waiting to be broken, I abounds.
Therefore, it in a frenzy despoiled
Qu'harponnée to your vault martial
swallow, your bounty at its perigee.
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