Lonely Tendency

What color is the sky behind a moon?
That explains your quality of my secret.
So many flowers rise to this change between lurking dishes.
Let me conjure up the failing battle against moving seconds.
Hop in one light and save importance.
We are at help to bring cake.
A vegetable breathes out from roaring lullabies on pleasure to go.
My wisdom is soft enough before that destiny leaves it from behind.

by Alexander Julian

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