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theevildead-:

by Le Souffle blanc [on parution
Each landscape was like a scene,material from a place where it could not go outunscathed, so that if one crashed if wrinkledtoo intensely retinas. It was a daycleared of any experiment, whose widthhowever, reached some fragile high wallsas instruments that discovered stonesflesh lying on the alcoholic sense of dreams.
Hair wearing abyss by advancing, makingcircles around the linden silvering. To forgetthat existence is a black hole.The cry has become a crisis.
Coracins formed in the thickness cracksdiametrical to write the lightness of a confessionthat could be heard only by raisingeyelids. The sun mixed ice cubescreating abyssal sparks in the pit of emptiness,with allocations between the hours firedwindling. Embers of writing.
It is on a sanctuary that had considervenom errors and defects of Centauristemming from mares of Magnesia. The hour digsmemory with starved teeth.
Each landscape tore nodes vaporson vascular cryptograms, calledcommonly ferns, whose fronds,type blue and purple provoked layer layer variances delicate despite its agesmillennia. The pounding was so sensitive that the downheart leaped at the lower achievement.
On the kidneys, an eclipse offered to dust,this is a tribute atoning close to torture.
The event that precedes the presentimentit had buried appearances throughnail. The night would soon devour everythingon the ground of an enigma immortal.
The limits of sanctuaries
theevildead-:

by Le Souffle blanc [on parution
Each landscape was like a scene,material from a place where it could not go outunscathed, so that if one crashed if wrinkledtoo intensely retinas. It was a daycleared of any experiment, whose widthhowever, reached some fragile high wallsas instruments that discovered stonesflesh lying on the alcoholic sense of dreams.
Hair wearing abyss by advancing, makingcircles around the linden silvering. To forgetthat existence is a black hole.The cry has become a crisis.
Coracins formed in the thickness cracksdiametrical to write the lightness of a confessionthat could be heard only by raisingeyelids. The sun mixed ice cubescreating abyssal sparks in the pit of emptiness,with allocations between the hours firedwindling. Embers of writing.
It is on a sanctuary that had considervenom errors and defects of Centauristemming from mares of Magnesia. The hour digsmemory with starved teeth.
Each landscape tore nodes vaporson vascular cryptograms, calledcommonly ferns, whose fronds,type blue and purple provoked layer layer variances delicate despite its agesmillennia. The pounding was so sensitive that the downheart leaped at the lower achievement.
On the kidneys, an eclipse offered to dust,this is a tribute atoning close to torture.
The event that precedes the presentimentit had buried appearances throughnail. The night would soon devour everythingon the ground of an enigma immortal.
The limits of sanctuaries

theevildead-:

by Le Souffle blanc [on parution

Each landscape was like a scene,
material from a place where it could not go out
unscathed, so that if one crashed if wrinkled
too intensely retinas. It was a day
cleared of any experiment, whose width
however, reached some fragile high walls
as instruments that discovered stones
flesh lying on the alcoholic sense of dreams.

Hair wearing abyss by advancing, making
circles around the linden silvering. To forget
that existence is a black hole.
The cry has become a crisis.

Coracins formed in the thickness cracks
diametrical to write the lightness of a confession
that could be heard only by raising
eyelids. The sun mixed ice cubes
creating abyssal sparks in the pit of emptiness,
with allocations between the hours fire
dwindling. Embers of writing.

It is on a sanctuary that had consider
venom errors and defects of Centauri
stemming from mares of Magnesia. The hour digs
memory with starved teeth.

Each landscape tore nodes vapors
on vascular cryptograms, called
commonly ferns, whose fronds,
type blue and purple provoked layer 
layer variances delicate despite its ages
millennia. The pounding was so sensitive that the down
heart leaped at the lower achievement.

On the kidneys, an eclipse offered to dust,
this is a tribute atoning close to torture.

The event that precedes the presentiment
it had buried appearances through
nail. The night would soon devour everything
on the ground of an enigma immortal.

The limits of sanctuaries


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