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Matthew E. Duffy

07 May Matthew E. Duffy

PARTS|
DARLET-LIT.ONTHE BRUSH

 

{name kind a}long lush, with a hevery hue of greenery, without a shade, but, where yellow mingles in the stems. 

sensitive, sensitive covering the light with_in.plure.rushes fromthenon,wrapperedupgoldblades,frá forth,through the shade, a cross flung between. measures strides even if so few,-in a lush galley comes from below, picks up the daylight fractures, mind the star for which we gaze. stark forever claim, to the little long light spike high on the ravine pushes over the clumps, fally, for our steps.

former sets into the myrġþ to forget, well the rising tide streams between our little roadways nestles blocks of the road. the state, peers up from the mine-shaft deep through the veins runs milk-sharterz blanc crytialinestone. the pasture roollls over on the bel-low, the shimmering white- gold. picking up from slivers between.them.

with each, more breaks for_long over the pourcélaine rocks struine through the caverns marked out with hanging flintgleams, along the far strong hardwood timbers bracing through the tunnels mazed about with shards of a gleame passage deeper below well the swelling warmths rise from within this deep. holding close to there, without to have, it ever.

now without a need to ever go back home away from the sea, away fromt’h the dustsz. sing with what might pull down the ever-which catches at the seams. knitted before we cold.touch the back shivering deep in the hollow-low blue.

many things fade into a little soothing ripple, alittle ripen’s up frigid, so lushly looking out, for the dangling measure, repeating irrefutably, |||-more l’obscurité. each shackles, down and lips over the garden. wide. with breath that takes aback le noir lit fleurs, mais une façon similaire.

simlla.rly, emits from with only, in it, as all go’ç_by celui-ci the former is|-entrez without being at the wooden planked veranda close.to the soil which stretches out along the rolling hill line. fall away from it, where all will dangle off- deep beneath giving bel\low the ground, wilt at all longer, linger in so near. such is, here, which emanates a stark, lite.let yellow.willow, wringing the gesture, conme-ik,eover the distant emirates. the wight aback around for the final blow, strips down the Lilium, life.

with postage forsent that mirakclé, all over the blush rose fuel. ||more flames rise-fare rose blush around, yet the eye glance down flickr lit fromt’ the course. beneath though, the ground chars græry, reaches out splash along the semeinalz horizontal clout be-of high in the low lyein extent. seeps frother to bore out sooths, for once then, the breaks within the heat, will all as, should leave.to bloom away in flair and harsp.

to squeeze all the pedals, rinse out, for the oils pooling along the lowridgeline, lite for the towerstars, mimikz without and fresh with all the ice coating the banks. slowly pushes along with uneven starts,-sharp launder.

all the while the ice still creeps along splitters fold beneath the pressure. so, spoils from the ridges the hue hung over la terrasse, nearerz’till the dark cusps up into our air, without humidity to catch at the damp little droplets, sneaking down our shoulders, wisping the breath that lots together for else all être née en la veille.

abreast with the windddddddddds. sneall.z.-sealz.z up and cracked’s down, forgiven forever b_eneath, rites unearthed under heal hearth, forbearance braces beneath the balcony. the streams which flow between l’arcata. boards winding in sediments’ crash ruined for_ever, with on the depths of our lives, so we looking down in at the floor, flushed down by the sun, brace, staint-clarciz sit.z|crkacves.

à propos de; the wlæppianed dream, to include the slightest bit of dread at-in.all the plight piled up from those sunburnt.boards which lay acrosss the deck, with which the little stripes curtial around the temperament. well, wout’ulet.all overtley donc çe_gone hangs over the façade faded-pulses which sputter from stars-domes.

Pulse-lusushy hacks away the door faurt’ more.,in at the date. withlen’ lanced in lent, fro 3img.sa ssmmaiamc, made up all along in the deaf, from the gray motions to the joy’sz of hearing rings-out all the system, bolts_ of the darkn’d dawns, we know ebrance between our teeth.

for the time between slowly winding through the fabrics closely at hand, should all be taken down, thrown across the hollow ends, flight from the distant could however take breath from the source, towards any that holds_out, means strune away, cusps the broken vine, clipped away from the dawns, set lightly all the lights have gone, yet where the hold takes a back, whether it ever be from the day.

markways| the blanket of which comes to overpass the nebula in glare, hake@shines||| tranztions, rose blush red, lies, down and hides behind the line, covers the eyes sneaks past the wall, hold along the light pressed fur. well a// coverture-{note the dye, dew and linen} forever, you seep out away from the gloves, surely. ant’=been a long, yet the convenance was a little marched. slītan , all ground.spilles, without the molet, flint for good measure, and best be kept away. as the lodge built on the low hill over in the shrines with{a flow/ r/e, purple with strips of red vine, and beurryz periphery still green. with a holly, yet to wilt,. well it dangles from beneath, out by the clift over reaching plateau. more for the foe to consume at us, heaven trembles as the fleet flare deployz. cibler our, Seigneur by the lithodēmere grasp for there, we will provide nothingl-less to pasture away, for the barracks to enforce the land.

s’en prennent à notre

la marque

for the front lies, which cross over the ridges, burnt high! favlour, je pense que c’est un être cher. cravez, streaks by slight, covers choke amongst, before the pictorial, from a fractured ray scratches up the venire, cette voiz vous content avec elle est dans une vue. with your duende graspçien initiative, revie,-tranzparts up, flung down spines along the wooden red-oak table, pushing along the fibre, roll and cureal about the knot. reverie, suttelspzspressure over them. without even giving awaya_à’/t les voies||voix tue-tête, secure you scuttled in blurr. out tumble, sushshz along la vie terrestre il ya aussi, il eu nous.

at last with gasps, run me a white, let the glass crack, along fine printed embroidery. halliialjuah, crops over..slītan the cold blessing bent before the shards. never,. hit down along just az wellsh teh welt blooms over.fell upon the.long noon, faith strung over to far, would hold to between the blue ice, so nearly, which cloud-creeps over la vitre de fenêtre.days spirals into pale tessons-window. without much effort parts over the folds, once i’ve now, broke beyond, something lush will etiver be haunted by, so well, no still holds over from the long stretches, away. makin’king-where would it be hidden. far from the last,.

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tomberez.
tomberai.
tombera.
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different moments, soon, hark taken out the lands before the battery range. with all which could be strained slowly to take away, and lets the clay sinks down further. captured forth without grasp, to then witheven.strikes over. slightly all cold tips byond will wash down away.there’s not much left but the path which you reap over on. so why, ô what fall.

to where, overcross between, seemingly, the dust is to be routed, no way to make it over. alors pourquoi quelle baisse. tattered|all the polls lie tarred along, yet flags, are not yet.flown. smears drizzel away.

surellylyl

falling furhz
where would…it

 

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