Have you taken a seat? My eye lit sun, the tiring seam? How a mental hospital lost on a fold the tie even seen? All children masked to a lifetime sort, to an old boy scented in a fume of coffin education youth? Is it an old woman, standing in loft, a fold an old lifetime, and all kids, skeletons woven soft? A fold to see, the lifetime neat, how long in care to all children all nurses seam? Is it an old hospital in caring loft? Children abandoned or just one fold, in history, one snot? Anything needed the children ease, even off permission, or knowing flees. And fold, each snot wiped, each tear served, each hanky wiped of each meal swerved. And often cemented in corridors light, how flickers, the switches, in one panel, is it my hand the quiver, sworn night?
A dark loom care, a knitted lair, how a monster a treat, a child held neat, held in a corridor sublime reap net, and all care, all children, all vomit swiped in net. All held in looms, their efforts soons, their hurt, the flair, the locked doors mare. An open chalice, an old mental sort, yet how long, do tidings trip a sum, to fold, one man, his breathe one child the effort won? A breathe expire, a child with toy, do not use these tools said coy. All parititions held in embrace to death, yet a child fuming with an aura, and then the death the corridor lept. Visions tie, the secondary school die, shuffle please, my name hurt sigh, is it an English/History teacher in embarassment claim? A monkey sort, in cheek to flame, a library off care needle set, and then the seat, the lit flame kit? Often woven, the chalice young, how hurt, the scrawl, in anger sum. And can you lick the passage history flirt?
The reaper knows, my eye sit flame, how the sun tilts too soon, is it an eager flame? Or a seat in loft in hypnosis crane? A flicker wine, how spirit flows, take a seat, you know my name. Sit the hospital an old man’s walk, Mighty Max, how my saviour beats the track.
It’s now old elephant to balance flat. The seat won tidings grip to flow. All permission, a feast, or together, a sit table glow. Findings bridge, I come frequent sum, you can say hello, my name Andrew stun, or just a shadow the eye list weave, is it a demon, I, on the seat to tailor confusion give?
Often balance a channel flat, do a walk, and get some spash, or just woman around a young girl tame, closing the eye, to a monster woven insane, and flattening the eye the old woman kit, her eyes closed him, and then others, the death flowing lit?
A tidings weep, sum to flow — name the hospital — and shadows crow — or an old age movie, the Butcher Boy care — to fold in care a shiver layer — how breathe escapes a mint low lit — and an annoint to caring flows lit others share. My name loft meet to never greet, how a standing alone, I sieve a treat, and often cares of flowing bind.
Is it a garden, the tearing loft? All children well, and ears woven sought, all checked even their gifts lowly caught, and a crime to shield the hospital flow, how a back flow permission, and an old mare, how the shadows do grow?
Is it a seam, a lit passages flirt, one breach tonne, or fold even lit? To follow the raise, the kit light peel? I never know, how much light would grow, to responsibility, the cane, and a child hit light, and always never, to never reach, to never teach others caring reach too, shall I preach? An ember gifts, too, shall others reach, I am all, and caring hands sow, and all bridged passaged flowing knit, I give permissions others, for others my flowing body fair, just some statements up front glow, a little address, and some tidings foe, and light a passage glowing care, it is a fine wine, my name beaten to a new lair?
Or an old man foot, his eye tear loft — what the price eternity, two feet soft? To a man in tailor beak sort glow, the left handle lifted, in spirit - and the gasp, can it be a check print toe, or knowings flow, in capture thieft, all handles breaached tire meetings sieved kept, and flowing pardon back flow greet?
What is my name, the hand down fit, the tailor greetings, the shadows flirt, the bed, to never tireless sport, and then a hand in an angel sent, alone the tidings the hit preach girth.
Or just an old nun, a corridor won, a convent chilling sent to sin, how a red door does expire the chilling win.
A quiver …
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