The cells of soft serve

My conclusive love enamour, the annoyance one is fashioned from, expedience rouge her taut price tag, economics of a lover, they comely readdressed to, the Red soil saved by the understudy, hips that amend the resolute sharpie. The contest were his arrested eyes, colour wasn’t a word then. Concealed in the depths of contortion, the attracting science was little or preparable for the parliament of copious heroines, two owls of magenta countries, the cradled cell of rewrites the thorn coloured child.

Romance a forgone fashion, bellows the wetlands reed, and you save the needle fasting for his returning, the same plane, the cells of weather, and traces the vain lands magenta crooked, onlookers dusty instep. How the Owl service a rescue find, the embedded matrix a heralded Knight in armour, wrote his least kept secret, the love twisted deeply and fearlessly. Encourage wasn’t well kept, the favourable upheld the dusty impasses consequential, for they wear them crochet gamers a mirrored Owl, to reserve the dust borne Parliament home.

The feathery children live, on the spontaneous night, studious too the sound of the reaper, gamers of the keystone representative, of lovers of sound advice. The night airs replenished with yearly stocktakes, the kangaroo found bananas impulsively good too, wombats were as one sight, the other far to at large for his replate of our garden peaches, and Swallows challenged the middle-day Sun to night. As the news became her disbelief, the matrix spoke of demigods and the media of the weakest muse. Progressive #writing ©️ Adam Blewett