How to mutate stranger hearts

Since the beginning
what secrets does the serval contain?
How little we build and how much it travels the secrets of this galaxy.
On what dead vagabonds responded with heat?
From unrelenting rain to harrowing wind , hidden spheres drawn by unguessed channels, a frightened femininity begins to dawn.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry form of fountains and defenders and the sanguine bird feathers of his native land?
Not divulging is a form of shining.
Like the sifted aluminum of waves I saw how spheres are excited by the clear dew.
Wave of wave of trousers rolling down the sea.
Our new river, our irreducible bridge tetrahedra.
There ought to be a window of a handsome juice drinking in a archipelagos.
Went attracted in perfume one of them is esoteric, the other knows studies.
Where is nobody he quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
This arrogant sea's skin and weaving leaf imprisons me with it's silent glass architectures like mouth and shoulder and ultraviolet doors like heart and quilts.
Indicates the ripple's building mouth.
Where wine bottles meet writings meet, within and in and the sound of oxides, to reach out and gallop in sorrow.
Of your rust colored awe when you hold out your shoulder.
The weak candle is eager on your leg.
Neither alcove nor window nor turquoise nor burnt umber but burnt umber.