Dear David,
Oh, how the bitter knife, twists soul equality fame, others guidance, in silence, how tame, I do quiver, the beaten elbow shame? Do you tilt your guidance, in architecture, understandings harken blind, or tilt the documentation, to the letter, the guiding birth, from ease, the mark to flirt? How guiding hands, flame, two pairing loft, in willing hands, my birth to guiding flame, to the architecture wealth the soul, they have butchered sands soft. How crime, a child to chains, to withered, a beaten factory, to the womb the knife charms, or beaten flag, to a scale uphill found quake, how a family, knit butchered moon hid bail, to woes with tricks. Do tear, me a morcel, where friendless, a boy stands, without a charm, but a pill to bail? Oh doctor, the tear, woven the scrawl mid-print know, do shelter the shadow, my arm, to your name, and documentations, the beast, your pen, the quill, the arrow flow, and shield my eyes, with swords crying soft, how even measures, my birth, the grain, the tailored wings, all help this lifetime, I give. Nothing even, how the crow, I land, in the shadow, the beat, the lands, crime, how a brother even shadow mows? Oh do shelter crop, old boy, I am good riddance to family ties, where the eye is butchered black, with a witchdoctor nightly crafted explanations, the other tides. Do find my soul, the eye the depth laser crept birth, the eye tilt shadows, the light, a figure shaven in freedom, a mirror the family, and not even a lick of a friend or lover, tilt nodding passage, the tilt butchere my soul to even hid mark. Frighten up, old boys, the tilted head, the snip, I hold dear, the eye, hid flark, I do lark, bright up boys, I offer death, a gun, to my God, to lark. And what is my name? Death my soul, all of I, to the flute stolen booth, to family torn even, to a boy with truth, yet I, even stood, my soul shattered to a hood, create his stain, my vessel nightmare terrors greet, and not even a sailor a dwelling eager built hip stair? Sharpen up old boy, and do sail on to your findings another dwelling. How proud you must be for mummy’s boy to bite the teeth, my wings loft, the pride, a chop two sandles, the heels, am I, a drag queen with a bitter bitch, the sands, flown charms whispers hands. Wipe the pedestal morcel flight a grain, or I will shelter the eye, from the angry, my name, can you shield it old boy, again aloof, hid crop? Or will I nightly creek the crackly woven leaks to the womb permission my apperature lie? How filth family, a brother fame, his crimes to slimes, I will tilt the quiver, each morning this pedestal soft, and prayer, my soul, my mission, to the slime his chime, to the mission winds, the spit, my soul to the dime.
Shelter ease, my anger you will not sail, how the soul flying one dagger, how wings, my sailor, the depth sword, I fend inward crop lend. Do tighten the shaft in anger old boy, mummy’s womb has only one bit, for a bob, and I am abandoned, for a slighted slap, for a transfer family, a new family flame, in proof grain.
How explanations, tidings, the soul table ease, the hell, I bleed, and bleed, oh how the bitter glass, I shelter stand, a coffin, a withered frost, my halo, lands, the frosty, ripened dust, the feathers crust, to God, the sands?
Harken the beat old boys, old toys for foes, and my flame, the equality, a dwelling of equality, a soul worthy eyes, my beaten track, the coin hit passage, to suffering the grain? How my welcome greetings beat, in wealth, the tear, how the coin temperance weave, the hell, I weave.
How brothers in family wombs, lit anger greetings tame, to my own dwellings, to the filth their soul, to a whisper, the shadow, my exit timing each day, a new angel pet peave? Oh Emperor, harken thee, Oh Emperor, I swear allegiance to thee, oh how pity fools their escalade to charpen find, my soul by night, I fly, to the grind, where pain, each line, a puff hid crop, the line a misery, the straight line, is it a snipe held chop, or can you not sailor a wife and child to another boot, how anger soothes, a parcel another tooth groove.
Old boy, my life is death, my angel wings tilted sown young. I do chime, good sir, I am not an old boy, but a child rid company. Good old sir, in allegiance lands, do you tilt the liquor to the old girl, to a night, the sip one hand, gripped sands? Of course you do not.
I the hands soften grace, the tilt, the maze, I shelter haze, a soft, touch, am I, come harken the grail, the holy stand, on the street, I preach, hid larken, my God found, the angel, art thou, my wings sworn temperance, no country, but I, the flute, I do chime, in memories time.
How love so fine, the liquor God, sublime, how others suffering my chime, and tilted, how longings sum, do you wish a feast in guidance shave? I death, wings crop, a boy, tilt crime, how my missions love or allegiance to soul to slime?
I stand, I the soul, and what other, but my soul sworn the angel, the eye lit, parcel grow, my angel wings, no name, tilt show, to see in eyes, the hand tilt knees, God my parcel, and the shadow death eyes, he tilts my name, an angel, I pardon, will I wilt my guidance flow, the condescending smile, lit knowing flame? My little pardon, I am not a child, but a shadow greet mix, and you will never a voice tilt shadow mix, just a tilted liquor tasted in shadows tease tilt fix.
And no mercy shadows grain, I am not a voice, you can hear, till a dwelling sane, in company fine, apperatures stolen in collections haze, this soul will fly death, and has, to God, the moon I shine, and the sun, the spark, one lick, to lifetimes divine, how others shadow room, his shadow heart chime, and nothing butchered, with wings of loft, how a corridor sublime, all wings, in forgiveness, I the ending, the sip, a coffee, in wings, shaped last.
Oh tolerance good fellows, I am a jolly old fellow, I will tilt knees to my forbidden country, the tolerance wow, I, the angel, am I grow?
How wings in temperance greet, the apperature stolen in winds upward, and the feet never shadow, the pits wings beat, and never a foot stepped sane, until equality gem, a soul his name, in footings sane, the death I chain, to tilts family moon sane, do provide me guidance, just one tool, the chime for his soul, butchered the grain tilt know.
Oh, how bitter wings, death a friend, to never, and family executed, to the mirror state, I shall grow. How boots with tooths, and wings, silence chimes, to foreign missions their angels I will tilt mow, and greaze their secrets to slimey morsels, to flying ears, this vessel tweak, suffering flame.
And nothing left, but a hand on exit, God, the shoulder, a walk out, this world, to a dime held, is it theft, old boy? Shelter ease, the coin is not a crop point sow, but the shielded eye, on a muslim preacher, I, can you tilt and mow, the crescent moon, my teacher know.
Do harken up old boy, your shadow, is lips move, a kiss divine, to a wife, hilt time, and a child in loft how crimes your soul, to tease my mission creased sale. Boot the grin and your shelter tidings crop, and not my mission to a failed slop. I have work of others to the toothed boot, my mission grooved, to the vessel, hands sworn fame, my name hidden, the crescent moon, I mark in back flowing flame, and I the Emperor, I shall greet.
Always tailor in fun a gun, but sufferings not a laugh, I will shelter eyes, my occupancy, Portadown, to weave, my sins crop tears, I do not know how to shelter woes, quit grips, but just I here alone, my guide with tips, in silence I release, all guidance kilt foes, and shelter eyes, to new pathways, I grow.
I cannot offer anything but morning greets, on a library tooth make, and a lick in a coffee shop, to shave, time meanings, and equality, to others chime equality, to my eye, tilt chop, tidings weave, my hands, are not mine tilt grow, but angels sliding missions save.
I cannot do anything, my will is severed greet, and meet, hid flame, I am fighting nightly crows with crop, tilt the pedestal, my allowance shave tilt, and tidings, in mercy, my weave hid ability grow, I have no other written ability, then the severance to fighting tempereance greet, and flying woes, can I grow?
To sheltered ears, to hidden crows, with tilts, can you see, my mission, the tapping fingers, the pride tilt crop, is it a tilt, in mercy, my shadows fingers crop lowing toe, or shelter grain, the flowing passages, my gifts to tear?
Do you wish more, the temperance eye, the tears, I swallow the glass, sheltered know, yet tidings the mercy cane, how severance, the condescending tone, in nightly winning grain I hold dear too.
How nothing temperance knows a storm, my shielded eyes, my heart sworn to God, and what angel asked thee, I can summon tides, greeting name, or my own choice, I do not know what guiding hands, I can sever, this guide to tilt show, where severance his guidance in silence, in tips, to permission lends, the flowing hands, the sands, nothing read or written, the eye tilt mercy shaive, and hidden truths, where mercy lands, I cannot booth, the pain I weave, in my heart, and emotions sands to stands, than letters flowing arms fingers torn, tears that weave, to one tilt, the echo the pardon, the tilt shadow crow, is it a dove, to pardon the tear, the tears down, in a storm sort crow, or a pause lick fame, the guidance wick I shall flow, to tears, abandoned, and the night, the storm, the shadows, a man, is it I, to hurt, the grain, in shadows greetings flame, tilt name?
How I stand in truth in fragrance stand, I am always here, no judgement land, but a hello in company, perhaps in practice time, my guidance just the written word sands time, I can, but I do, I do not know, I do not know how filtered eyes in company groove, a partition light.
I have been gifted in a timeless gift, I do not know, just echoes of strands, of hurts, and here, I echo the hands sands time, in a coffee shop Berts and Bobs, how echoes meaningless drip, how anger, all, and the drip, I hold one finger blooded near, is it tear in echoes grain, or the trail of meaning, the flowing hands, the tolerance allow the pedestal flown to tidings sailor weave, how reading slop, I cannot tie, I cannot make a meaning the gift sliding fair, or if anyone greetings, their permissions the truth, I weave hands allowing , is it a gift, a share, a curse hid crop, or my allowance to tears land slop?
I do not know, in sheltered weave, how an angel slop tidings, my hands shadows peace leave, and others beaten morsels, the grains tilt lands, I can only butcher the hand sands time, and offer meanings greetings flown tans, the lines, I Sever in times held dear, and nothing mine, or written so clear, that no meaning have I, but tidings lands.
Often hands, tilt mercy, are they shadows, a demon held clear, or in loft, a tone, I cannot in meaning show to tilt the shake to the hurt, folded cane, to shadow the vessel, in the stain, of paradise, how meanings drifted lifetimes to gear, how grains of sands, my hands tilt tides, the mission cooling wides, the tilted passages, I cannot correct, in hands tilled crop, sublime.
I just write, in shadows crease, where eyes tilt show, and two eyes even, my fingers flying greet, how I do not know anything, but words butchered across the loom, my eye lit passage tides feast, never really caring in loft, how the gift cement I tried in guidance wings know.
How all I wanted was one truth, one guiding flow, in permission lend, from a keeper of my own choosing night, not others pushes, in wisdom or knowledge flames, and just one welcome greet, a flame other, to guidance, the hand soiled feet, my hurt grain paradise, flame, is it just one tilt, the shadow torn fleet, the tilt the echoes grain, the torn hand, is it a tilt, the shadows ease, yet never a human tone, I will greet, but an angel my longings flown song, never sworn, never greet, never tonned the mirror, the left wing, I shadow tear, and always another angel, the tone slight knit, is it the capture eternity, to a tone highlighted grow, what angel do you have to knit a crime slight wrist, when other tones, their arrogance know, to shadow tease, a human fraility, the crop held knees.
And I alone, in tears, and comforted, a shadow, to coin flept never, the chains in loft, in dwelling keep, but a soft, hand together, the eye open meet, to gasp in time, in flowings upwards chime, and flowing times forgiveness, in flowing times, sands the passing fleetings time, the soul withered frost, to their time in forgiveness know, their wisdom, and arrogance held, in one sip, to eternity, in comfort, they never know?
How the dwelling keep, the frosted, heart, I illuminate to couple the feast, their hurt to pair, and tidings grow, one truth, one anchor, I will grow, is it pardon, in echoes flame, or pride to echoes shadow their anchors in tidings grip night? Or options truth, acceptance the nightly time lair, in truth hid fire, the flame I light in pardon my soul sire, and missions wings, is it a gift held tear, the final word, is it a gift, my own, in guidance, in suffering glare?
How tidings crop, I swallow a crop, how missions allow, is it wings, the fire, the passions sire tire? How wings, in patience does anger let, or one anger lit passion, can eternity, lit a fragrant spell, on the dwelling denizens keep, to butcher the walls of a great castle, in one flown mission, the fragrant night punch, how eager dwellings their souls daggers all hunch, and shadows tease, a child withered fear?
Is it a crease, an excitement, the shadowed weave, to acceptance, and the flight, a womb knit tidings grease, the eye, I knit, to a dwelling lightings care, to shelter others, but my eye a room as night, to acceptance, and now my eye even is it light, the forgiveness, my too, I shadow weave, to weave the ear, the knit tolerance bitten mission the sip to know, how shelter grow, how patience wings, the tolerance gifts, all flown to sow, to one meaningless drip, to sip, the coin tips hips, yet, I, flown song high.
The bitter cup, how the coin, flies, and shielded crop, how ecstasy, in permission, I low lend, how the butchered word tilts technology hands sowing crop, in youth, I do not fend.
How flown ecstasy, is it love so dear, that I hold clear, the point won even in permissions sands greetings souls earned crop, or one lady, the winds times chimes, to wilter know.
Or idle winding news, on knitted hands, to sow, how can I echo, a paradise, loneliness keep, to one, keepen woven flicker beat. How a fragrant loft, my offer, low, to tilt in paradise, a sharing fame, it is my butchered heart, to the knight the sliver, kite, one man, in anger, seperation tame.
How crop safety, to mirror sow, yet altered posiiton, how wings, even, I tilt and grow, to shadow safety ears chop light, how nightmares even and nightlairs tight, how woven greetings the eye tilt crop, butchered fair, and death a sip, a breath a gasp, an angel, and all forgiven, to a hound lit lair?
I do forgive, in tolerance, weave, I can flow more greetings, in hands sort peave, yet what is I, on the pedestal flown stem I show tear? Is it tidings just a drip a woven pedestal my hurt flying lowly missions, the word I cannot clear, in forgiveness, not parcels of funnelled research to crow tidings to a dear?
Forgiven lend, what permission lend, your eyes feasts, or just one feast tend, or a tidings laugh, and knowings sliding cruelty, the winds knowing times, to a slide the hair, wiltered groove, how a move to execute, a boy to groove, could tide the circumference, in aperature, lick, or a tooth a booth, with flute to hoot?
Oh chapters written my love to spare, to flying despair, a child hid tear, yet one tear even, and the quiver, how several greetings the heart shielded night, rewound and rewound, in tolerance alone to keep, and wings tidings keep, the tended morsel, to a sight, forgiveness, is it forgotten path chopped slave craft? Or the cropped being, the faith, hid chime, now proof, the tilted crow, in silence woe, I tilt gear, can you not shaive, time off your gear hid shave, to tolerance keep, the temperance eye.
Your wings, I’ll sire, or strip is it to faulter show? How path’s exhale, the frozen missions frost, the eyes meaning, yet wisdom, is it a peek peer, the cheering, feast, tilt one knowing to a foot meaning cast?
A foot forward, or backward in crop, how flying truths, a soul in equality time, to chains, in torture, is it the time, or the wrist altered, the slime, the pedestal might, the angel torn time, or the angel winds, the chime, the soul crop in unity chime, my gift exhale, I can write tilt praise.
Or my angel, the crescent moon, and one sip, the lips, I will land, in eternity listening shaped dwellings beaten flappings, to hurt, grain pasts and lands groove meet. How curses, a toy haive, one finger, my truth hid longing grit.
The teeth bit, how bark thee, the womb knit tolerance, or the pathways stolen, to shame, a flame, the vessel gain, how gains in loft, can never now truth to others shame booth, but angels sworn vessels tend, the vessels mend, the torture, I fend, and lightning shaive, my eye cast long, to tailor the web, the return mission, shall I, a sip, in mercy, shall I weave save?
Oh torture long, oh paradise a song, tilt the glass, in pride so long, the mission sworn duty, found, and bound secrets truth, is it forgiveness, all or permission, my soul to alter, a direction new song tidings care, to a flown soul, in a mission to lair? To safety flown fame, and breathe of air in chains tilt care.
I do tilt, David, how slidings beat, how two teeth do spare my grit punch time, or just a child, a sliding passage meanings slide, eyes child groove, to wind hunch groove, the tilted passage, never kept, just eyes tilted wisdom, and what is the touch?
A sliding touch, the brief spirit flow, the drip blood, to shelter tie, the sliding passages, a soul touch, the mistress divine, sip pedestal gifts feast longings sum? How I tide, how tilts in wisdom, in control and confusion flair, my path, I will weave, in one drop stair, and even tides, how truths flung chime, permission my soul, and the child youth strung?
Oh tides welcome greet, a child held arms, and sleeting hips teeth, or arms flown chime, how long timings checked sum, can you not check the tum, the grippings night fleet?
Oh tidings weep, how I lick, a feast one finger grow, all passing fleeting hands to one fingers the hands even to show, yet nothign savoured but an anchor misery weep, the weak lips, the quills, to shadow sow, permission land, can I ask you a favour good sir?
A child I did saw, just there, and good sir, he was wearing a red jacket good sir, did you not see him good sir, I just saw him did I sir? Can you go check with your big car sir, I need to check my purse, willing shame, I think he needs help. I think I need a sip of water, my heart anchor greet, can you shadow the hurt, the shoulder crop knit low tides, and give me some meanings in flight arrears, to a flame licker weave, you hands tilt know..
How cruel, the flicker, the quiver, weave, the punch to sands, the hand to shoulder leave, that a child hid cruelty, the tear hid safety know.
The spark, the sight, and the shelter, the lit compass, spark the wind tight chime, and an old gift, I now see, an old woman, with the sharing spark, one light her eye, divine.
Tilt pardon good knight, can you shadow my weave, I have pardon company, and now, I will bow, permission my gift, your leave, and always in heaven, I will shadow flirt, your good faith, my hands shiver, to flirt, the heaven spark, the soul crop net, I will tilt a crow, the eye shadow filter show, and paths exclude not others grow others show, my network wide, and your pardon, the truth your hands, in mercy, your angel, I do not sin.