Heaven of the birds

In a copious above coating coppicingly my offerings of love.

My doffed hat. Doves flying out of a hatch

Destructive what love does. What lust enacts

A more retractable and relaxed example of my character

Should countermand with ceases, desists, orders for retreats and swift.

Spent a gold bar on star-holding opals

Eloping, we spent a Swiss month

Loping, languid

A slopeless heaven of birds.

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