Epistle IV

Geisha Mouse and I have a slice of timely winter, the introverted world, temporal to the creative escarpment, fissures of composite time. Infant tresses branches to the thoroughfare of esteem, pointless to the exposure of foundation, they infinitely refute a brotherly ideology, everyone has one. Cast the cool climate-clarity, abundant expressionistic wares, fashioned to a melody inclined to graduated pearls, imperfection forwarded to have an to vale with Shakespeare’s sister. Wrote to a whim, succeeded by surpassing the count, one isn’t less, unless one counts to the nomenclature of distance.

Poetry word’s yourself abundant, you save self, reliant for more accreditation. Spring as beautiful, when those flowers are left for Autumns disclosure, as you have the example in reflecting stream. Deconstruction calculates the exposure, you have before my countenance, see the inversion to climb a combatant year, adolescence is spoken of, reliant on finding a gratitude to a graceful brother, you never spoke of.

Remembrance is disarming the courage gifted of you, finding inequality as the bereavement to contemplation surpasses the distance. Shakespeare’s WiFi is nearer the youth of his combatant soul, my recollect of him in recollecting our world, an impostor for your privilege. The very estate made possible by captivating, a marital princess, your Queen’s second land.

The world minded to a non de plume patronage, as the language propagated a surpassing rendition, social escorts, chambers of weed and numerical prisms, she booked in unaware of hard currency. Plagiarism allied to have withstood the scoured earth, gemology was my curious fascination, sounded out by a capital stayover, the world reappeared thoughtful. She new not to cry, they only fret to reapply solitude, the innocuous midnight hour swallowed the evening stars, a brother of patronage aged to his futures dreams.

Winter lasted those warm wares of knitting, the stayover decayed a tenth of her occupation, they composited their outsourced time of fondly gems, apparel to a lustful conscience. The conjecting contact made him factious to conjuring up explanations, then the metrics recovered his thought, pattered, symbolic, myopic renders. There was no injustice, reward came by the princely sum of interjection, more the validation, showing the intermit loss of familiarity. Progressive #writing ©