Dear David,
I love you, the rest is dull, find it full, yet never size a job surprise, how work is just a business wise, yet no business wise, how to size, love a morsel, then how to work a tail back prize?
How steady arms would find their care, motions hidden, yet paths, stripped lair, and on a fallen toe to grow, what morsel left, a child, is it a hound a child, free size glow, or lick a humour, the bucket, all explained, and a foretelling hound with lairs find tides?
A lick, to find, the pockets next, yet what hound flipped to a game ticked best? I ponder how, a guidance flame, is it a hound a suggestion, a little nit, the eye, do share, the coin hid tides, the little flight, could cost you tight? Or open wide, the calpol cart, is it medicine slide, a taste, to find, the nit poised quest, yet the swallow sweet to a pride, a bitter quest beast? Fallen tides, the chalice, wide, strip all morsels, it’s the hound the roar tides wise, or lengthy, tidings strippings feat, how whispers explanations, all butchered to flights, and one sigh high, the knitted loneliness crease?
How to poise, the income quest, is it stripped, the hands, depressions leaked, permissions never gained, the flavours leaked, to never test, yet sweetened high, how a depression moments, just basic fish, flavoured to the naked eye? All arrest, a simple quest, yet, one flame guidance, what is best?
Just a morsel, fine, what light would share, toxic spendings, are lightning pair, yet, you first next, the strength hid purse, anchor meaning, in dwelling course, or suggestions table knitted glare, a finger down, is it a stare?
The hound is the final piece with light, all the rest, is trash, the child found, in the zoo, with cash, or a penny saved, in a pathways flash?
Often, temperance would find a feast, eat well, not trashy drinks that feast a beast, are morsels left over, to the temperance beat, where all is taken, in technologies feet? Or find a crack, in mindless glare, how temperance, the left wing, a prism, I do share?
Do find, my noted escape, the wisdom tolerance, a butcher the sniff, the child sort fix, the road cross trashed, a sniff cash last, and slice a path of blood cart fow, a head up flight, would find a foe, a little fix, to the hound neck, bound, how layers of observations, do remove them sound, I do swallow a feast with care, all butchered, is it a steady glare? How trash can find a soft touch pride, just be yourself, not actors tides, or proof to tides in parcels woe, how trashy pathways, can find a woven light to grow?
Often crease, what light purrs next, a little humour, or an angel, is it the pride, to steady beast, the little morsel, drivel, his power to stain, the wear full greet? I do think, you need, a shelter, ease, where angels do tease, one higher, the folded mission, with knees? Or is the angel cropped with woe, all cemented in a hound crop with one ability sow?
I shelter, where I, stand last, where I stand firm, my soul not trash abilities, to guidance flame, to separation name, to tidings wealth, permission society tending permissions souls to flash, their paths lyres greet. I pluck, is it higher, than all the rest? Or just a request, in meanings foe, why ask others, just an angel, a column open, in whispers grow, or allow the tongue flappings sow? How to release, these drivel silence columns poised along the arms gripped might? I hound, a beam of light with care, one morsel, at a time, and some secrets, that is all in a chair. And a hand hid comfort, two hid sane, never judgement, or a child a grain, or never poised, a dirty look, or a dirty sounding humour cook, or other stains their education gain, to never question, to never look but laugh with filth, but cook with continued motion tame? How, I look, and next I see, I mistook, did I? How two hands firm upon a flight, or many, to confirm, some paths lit tight, and always welcome, to light a foe, how easy a seated job, in stability kindness know? Yet eager stability, how hands to treats, one taste, more, in guidance show, yet others, sow, yet others meet, and challenge greet a taint to feet? Or a grain of hurt, in conversations tame, how the chalice once poised, then return the flame, and exit mercy, the hindsight name, how the quill will rest, in peace, and my light, I upheld a job never held, to death, a red mark, and a comment sized, a child tilt praised, or condescending bite rid kite, or just the motion, riddance punch, just respect, on the table hunched? How always care, the light tilt maze, first the coin, or coin loft phase, how a path would thread, a meaning loft, offering freedom, is it just all free, my gifts games maze, or two sit company, and flying welcome, to chains a phrase? Or a mastery honed, on fresh eyes till, a bill, left, to a friend light past? I never know, how others sow, what gifts I know, where wisdom paths lit back to show, yet never I, the tilt head make, never I till meaning drifting shake, and never I, to know where pills would loom, their hidden hurt, the grains my abilities stashed, to flaring omissions, caring aloof, the coin head later, yet, the love first greet. Never, ever, till paths all flow, then the job, I will give death, a final chance, tha angel death and seer greet feet, how one angel meet, then next death to feat, and all at last, a flame in guidance worth, one job is it? Strapping lash, across the belt, yet nothing lasts, here is a coin hid fast, yet fresh to see the eyes hid crop, how empty pockets, I do love.
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