Dear David,
I sowed in might, yet tilled blind sight, how separation stable, yet eyes tilted a sight rare care, to a fold a mission, in hindsight rare? Is it an old man, to divination light, always eager, a child, a position, with flight? How two fold staring climbs, I know, I do so well, guidance, two hands binding ridge, in caring fleeting positions, in loft, to chime, not a crime, but is it a doorway solitude rest, night time? How always doorways, stable few, one door correct, yet fume others outgrew? How desperation, in a cane, a child, point might, just one turn another, in guidance, correct, to a new day kite?
How a sword down, the point weld met, how a point, six woven sharing light, can yield a point, so sold delight, that nothing gained, but healing one, how won, the point, the weld soldered fun? And light a torch, is it a guide spot few, an old man pockets, how he has spent a good night two? Or one point night, a cane sort gold, how rich, the idle wars, does the slip, tiding one point gold, does tore? Is it the sight, the tilted pedestal, an orange war, shy, to the sty, grip night, how woven delight, the till soiled fly, does meaning drift, a loom, an old war, the pig, the fume, the soaring delight, a soiled point even, yet point soared spun, the eye tilt more, yet one, how one path freedom, does shy a spread, the point is lit, a point tilted red, yet altered coin, how whispers knit, how one point light, does quill quell light, to alter direction, a mission country fame, a change of flag, do all red, a spoiler a hand stop, shielded shoulder tilt gripping woe might tame?
How a hand in darkness knows a grip, yet all under control, a stop, how one stop, point, an air light tease, how the mission north, is one down knees, that know the soiling, how light quills light, a smell, a midnight mission tilled crop till, and bill a child in tight arrears, how one point often does mission show, a shattering eyes in cement, the guide, I do tell, in permission bell, to point one smell, that the fume so low, to find a well, the healing grip, a path, it is a noble bell, to wilt a head, yet till a war, the noble fold, my path excludes, a hand in hell, yet others chimes, a bell sort knell, how forgiveness others, paths sort grow, a crop yield one, yet others shun, how others light, do sniff history grim, what history child, sort entrance trim, that coffins old, eyes folded care, the point, four wone, yet child stun tilt, the wars hid crop, a pedestal fold sin?
Why partition, a noble flight, two points, looming, and guidance night, that lose all dwellings a flight hid brave, go to the most dangerous shelter, cave, and fly a mission to soothe, the crop, how safety hidden guidance tilt, my bow, I tilt to a flame kilt sieve, yet sieve, why cry, the pockets chore, just a little morsel, or tidings, the winning all desperation cane a chore, to guidance bells, and floor coins tore, how personal income guidance fleet, can till a noble sail, a child, one guide, in confirmation fleet. And what is won, a tidings shroud, naked, I stand, all pockets, blamed, my sight, I won, to one angel, is it I, the stand so clear? The flame of guidance, and a shock, just one point, I’ll strip naked, and prison sent lent, how all to rent, and a shroud, can I permission tend? I do shy, my angel, permission guidance flame, control sort know, was it you, the angel prison cell, or just me naked on a sound a bell?
Safety first, a light shine tame, others are just messages, my eye light tame, not a fume emotion rid coin left, the air is fresh, let air lit gift, and silence tame, a coin chop lick, how personal income riddance quick, and solder wars, with tips greet mix, how one man standing, quicken lips, and quills all points all daggers down with tips, one point hand, and sword point stand, an angel in arrears, with tips bills tills. How everything naked, on a shroud tilt more, just one tilt, guidance please, a shoe show light, to one coin, rid, yet mine, how others find, their walks so kind, and I in suffering, empty pockets, divine, alone, a sword, in woven pedestal, I chime slight timings breachings ridge? To empty everything and soil the clothes, I teach, with nothing but eyes in desperation lit pedestals foe?
Do war, I shelter, with the eye sore grip, finding a light, in guidance equip, not in history cadence tip, but just a child, in an embrace tilt more, one step, final, and flight, I do the light, the cadence bell, is uphill climb, the sun the rock, and light divine, the bill does shine, the hips till guilt.
Hope, how the cadence one bill does shape belt tear, how pockets empty and guidance rock, I share, how tilt one passenger, the till shape rend, to tilt a corridor, the flight I rend, and guidance, know, one more, is it the sun, the tilted sky, do always shy, how creeping flights, do always lame, one guidance spot, to sever grip flow, and just a tip, to breathe, to always cater win, the guidance, just knowing steed, that a path exhale, in guidance know, do not break the pockets, unless expense sail grip, one point soldered one tip, torch, does fume the lending night to chore, how one point too much a guide sort grew, is it a fume a torch renew, to always rewind, a lesson tore, a wreathe expire, and hips chew lore?
I fly a flag, not stained with light, just one point, the light, a sip divine sight. Always welcome, the history done, how one war, excels, and tip, the sun, and light expel what war, I do tilt, the guidance just one story, tell, the bell, I fold, in death to hell, where guidance a sip, in nobility I do dwell, naked under the sun, a grip, in flight, I open passages, my doorway sealed, yet the breach, how a shroud in temptress, passage night, finding woe, and now a slight?
A fume, or just an angel comfort, towering kind, memories lies, and ceiling tie, where tying comfort, anchor correct, or just a little morsel, to correction knock, a knack an angel, a position tell, sorted fume, but birth a guide renew, to chop, the sheare, a point woven kite, how do you sell your position kite?
Just a prayer or write down sell, or a position under comfort, all points history, folded chore, to correct night, the sun bright tell, a sealing bridge, a night I do swore comfort teach, yet teach how one point child to reach, to comfort pathways, security guide, and fume where breaches tended tide, or one point comfort, in a town down chime, is it a map, I do train teach, how one step more, is always kind, a journey stored, in hindsight timed, how a town excels no child reap grew, would never know, just lookup few, or one to cement, the idle mind, how excels high, in comfort tie, to comfort the eye, a down line sent?
A morsel, yet captured, how a child tilt sort know, the tide I fight, freedom, it is a morsel, in renewed contempt, I daily fight, one year to grow, in light tend hope I shield in light, to tend hope well, yet wells of hope, I document eyes guidance grip, to sort the chore, one guide, one tip, yet motion stun, a prayer to fold, is it a glove, the feathers reach the folded care, I do sort club, to always position a child safety lip, and never sworn, just my own teach slip?
I shadow breathe, and now the technique I shadow tease, always reach an angel breeze, no name savoured, no voices grow, no tilled motion, no parables, sailors eases, or teaches, phrases renew hope, prayers ties, even, names that sever tides, wars pleases, names to comfort, or tidings grip, favours slighted wars tips tides, or confirmations, the hands, sworn tides? Or just a prison cell in a naked man, the chains lit cane, how a breach lit comfort others chime hid, how chains of loft, do permission soft, the eye tilt tore, and is it sentence hard or soft? Hard, I find, the fume I sow, permissions others, is it a sniff, in comfort, the cane, I show, or just a little comfort, the body checked, to fuming glory, nights time guidance lips in visions toring glory, suffering wept, how one pedestal, I do soar, and fly, and shape, death to tips, the suffering bells a country, the stench, a fume, one candle bells?
Just a viewing point of hope, a heart open tilled, an war what scope? And the lips tilled comfort, a rock child war, just a heart open and tilling the war, a crop cement I have woven stair gripped night?
One point, how offers loom, do tended morsels shell, or shells that comfort a parting bell? To fly a flag, one point freedom, a park that I do sell, it is mine, yet others, how freedoms, sort would shave their desperation the binding bridge, to never fend, never lend, never breach their footing send, and always tilt a soar lit high, to forgiveness, wars, a prise, I always comfort hands tore, glory sworn, the tides the buy, the tides, that seal, or ears with gifts, I never give, to just a sight, is it light, I have bought the pedestal guidance know, it is my angel, the deal closed, I do soare.
Not to stepping stones sort deal, this is my space, and others, I shall peel, to fly in desperation, all stepping stones grip, one grip exit, and the corridor slip to deal lips knowing seal lit tell, just a point, a good day, a bright point, sun to lit a sky few lips, others tips, yet knowing.
And if ever others do slide tips greet, if others ever do slide control tilt knowings soaring points hid light do tidings sharing control night flame, then come to me, my light soar night, I will light all points a child all points hid naked in darkeness and in light.
This is my spot, do tamper the forgiveness, sold apertures part, correct your sealings other places ridge, I will come often, to seal other deals, to one friend, teach hid, not to shelter, in lips old worn graces folded care, loss take, just in prophecy, what hand, I shall reshape?
Oh glory wore, how a stop, mid-chime sail, is it golden, or just the sun, a bail? Never suffering, and never sail.
My eye lit, across the pedestal light, did you think the circumference, was ever woven, to slight, the telling bell, and now my voice roaring, the bells, you will never quell my voice, to a child choice, I do roar. The eye, it is lit, temperance find, do not quill your tempers find, I will seal the inner word, the chimes anger sieve, you will not see coming, the frightening chores, that a child, I do document night times gift. In anger sealings might a cane, how frightening pedestals, I have stripped one one glance, to maim, my anger looms, in severs, it wombs, and kit, it lowly severs, a guiding voice, a tear in comfort, or two bloodied fow, now my name, the sealing bridge, I will never shelter the roar tilt low, how anger blows, it steams, it stems, its knits the lowly kindred foe, and all foes, I, never separated for a moment’s beat, the beaten tended crop, I lay, the law, I tend, the mission fed, the crop the blooded seer, to sight with wars, to till guidance one point, a friend tilled crop, to slaughter this point, a sword down, I do rend, and you will never eternity, butcher I, the angel slaughtering kind, all paths, flesh and rending bones to messes, find, tilling waves, of paradise, the coin the crop, the sun hid comfort the chop, I find, to always cane, the willing comfort bravery, how inner wars, do slight and chime, and the inner knife, how I slice, the shappened loom the shroud, the witness night, across the woven corpse, and always inward, a knife breach lit, how do I teach, in anger stories slit, the slice, the knife, I taming bind grew, is it a point in anger reknew. Find my pedestal the eyes lit woe, in anger seamed, not history store, but just a sip, in welcome theft, all lost pockets, and one tip, one tip just comfort a voice, a hand soiled might, a corridor together, and a burden a child, is it a knife to slip inwards tip, or just confessions, a soiling night slewed misery cane, how a tear to cement the binding ridge, would never sever, all swords, my knitted womb, I breach loom set, and always teach, one guidance foe, how all love, is kindred patience door, and always shaped, the doorway kind, I will kindred blind, the fow comfort shine, and eyes the loom reset hid chime.
A flash across the temperance loom, the wind, the sun set, and a heel, the winds, I do, too exhale, lit find, how temperance even, yet footing soft, another day, perhaps, a chuckle child hid soft, or a loom a pluck in wars tilt gold, a drop a trigger, or just a lit passage foreword foretold?
Light me a gaze, a lick held fame, I do too, but position, I check by cane, centre your eyes, on not morsels ease, just a wind a breeze, an anchors knees, and nothing blind, will come hope tell, one morsel, all, or just a mucky note, sliding snot a child breeze fell, how snot would filth the heal lick tell, and a path fume low, how a chariot breezes, a little step, together, or shelter greases, how the keys lie fume, a lick light low.
A little snot, can a coin spent low, or a sniff all guidance, and how shall I grow? Wipe the smirk the guidance tip, suffering the grain, now the flame. Death all coins, to burn it dark, one knit lantern, and down my position, I park.