The eye cut seam, the five points, withered, frail, yet the eye, is it heard? The eye cut wept, the leaf, split two kinds, and placed, withered feat, is it the eye, two feet, the morcel bent to show? Or one eye placed anchored seam, the beam, sheltered care, the eye, anchored, proof to tear sin?
How a leaf, does breeze, it tilts, it wilts, the phrase off-key, yet whirling, is it a sign, up hill, love bent, tides, and the eye groped to winds, a heaven tilt tides sinned, too?
Is it a bend down, to pick up frown? Or a woven tapestry, the forgiveness, one leaf, and a morsel sheltered signed? Or a sniff, a dark voice, signed, in hurt, a grain, tilt sow, a mission hope to flower? How poison drink does experience, is it forgiveness lesson tower?
Where hope does tilt, the fame, a touch, and the frail hand two fingers, and one gift, sane? How a bitter cup, knowing nothing, and wanting nothing, free, and the eye tailored to heaven, is it all I see?
OR echoes eternity, to knee? I can never know, where others know something, arrogance, what to know, something, guidance, one point sow, or all points, gone, and forgiven hate? Is it a walk in paradise climb?
Or the eye tailored fine, a loom paradise, the hands withered birth sign? How a sheltered eye, a woven tapestry, sail, does the eye see two divine?
A laugh, in the mid-night stream, to a womb knit, tied, or the layers of meaining the lair tilt snide? How the poision the wanting one, yet two a rocking sum? Is it a hand-over knocked night tides? The shelter heaven to hurt a tear grain abides?
How, I know nothing, but kindness touch, and hurt the grain hidden technology foe, do you really need this device, to cement heaven to a foe? A little danger hurt to spring, how tests the ear wilt divine sing? A little offset, experiment try, and forgiveness, is it a wound, to tilt the burden others stationed sin buy?
Comfort, first, a child with ease, the rocking chair, it is divine, to an old man tear held fair. How the moon the hands shelter even rapture keen, is it a back tear crow, a mission reword know? Or a little rock, on a balcony sow? A layered meeting a willow’s feet, how comfort a chair, the back tilt pair, that something willow knows it’s feat, is it wooden, or something stolen stripped eye neat?
A custom fair, comfort stare, what fairs thee this night, in comfort a little coin a slice sliver to the crime tilt pair? Let me see your room, tilt mastery sum, how divine tides, does rock, is it a touch, two books, and a thumb, or a little sniff, to see something of stain, a little rock, a motion lame, a hurt grain mission, and sniff, what have thee, to a flame?
A little comfort, shelter eases, you know it’s a strip, till eases please, and sanctionary station, a child knit low, how company others, would an old man know and tidings weep again my tilted knowings sum does treat?
A little something, with teeth, or just comfort, a stain worth growth, a tidings bridge, and eye to flirt? A sniff off colour, the tune tilt weep, you know my mind, it’s just something in comfort creep?
OR shadows ease, the walk hide sum, you know others graces, are sandals, a coffee shop, the worth to a bum? And tidings ease, the path free now, you have paradise, my hands and the fire tilt low keen?
And safety bend the corridor lacking grow keep, just keep on your two items, in comfort stoe sheep, and lowely find the company tailored pair, the graveyard, is such an obstacle to weep, and knowing a push, a child lacking know — all released, to a station forgiveness to an angel crept flow?
Do not enter my garden, you creepy man, hid fame, I know your flight, is a mission these points hid light tame?
Yet a walk to hide, the tilt sprung tides, a little eases, on the motion, the ear tides woven cries? A lick to find the shadow crease sum, come again, or the points frozen, to all points one corridor spun won?
A sniff, and I am gone, what is left, for sin but a colour song, or a little knowing, not this graveyard my eye tilt breeze, I have shadows mercy, held to two knees?
Shadow capture, a lore theft grain, is it two wings, or a demon a cane, hurt flown sane? How one man tilted, in anger bridge growth, a deal with a demon, or angel sortede, grilled to a flirt? Or knowing nothing in anger deals cemented divine night? How the shadow tilts my name, what wings are stolen chimed slight?
The uphill battle the lookup scene? What is written, just a touch, and Irish stem, and nothing really read to knowing tailor weep. I am nothing but an empty sign, and a tailor licked to a flow?
A little lick to see what is knowing crept tame? Is it guidance, sought, yet never, tailoring tides to the ear remembered blame? OR fame uphill, I can not wilter the eye frozen high?
How two positions, neither, and is it a flight down, the tides tailored cry?
A wiltered phrase off beat show, or just a cat, and a sniff, a grab with a toe, and shadows ease, the print held night, collect the offset, or the offset will show, what is knowing to a bridge tailored glow, how the eye is lit, in past lessons meet, excellerating missions to a stain cut cry, or the eye woven secrets, it is a flicker, and the cat in, I do sigh!