dripping under the spirit of a sunset colossal
Rome Rising enlarged
stones on a tray that holds the wind
the modern imperial odyssey.
Well, please
illuminating the slope and deluded flake modesty
defers
man at the point where God wished it to be.
council not sorry dear moon
property
my trade as a sinner
invaginated
altar with flatulence
of nuclear engineers are ready to burn your
sun appears.
There is something, there must be
.
not serve the world
spit of a Saint
to frame Created a
, unsold,
silver.
I need more nights
to understand this world, the silence
army disarmed.
City that the wandering
not that known as the ruins of
save time.
City of grief polar
ending injury
universal.
Where are you,
Too many walls, the
they will not be too expensive and open
s'incomizia
humanism already buried.
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