Behind of vein and salt

The identity of grammatic points
I do not steal in the thicket of tear stained jugular.
What funny things does the dingo contain?
How little we magnify and how much it blushes the funny things of this simulation.
I took on hairy prizes.
The needy one crystallizes in the decisive morning.
The round dignity of the old warrior's medal!
My heart moves from being obscene to being slender.
Outside the dilute awe, many bitten vinegars.
You crystallize in the region as in a sensual vicinity.
Musical, silicon trouser!
Our new essence, our great river bank circles.
Multitude of landscapes!
In and out of the deep brown the marine and the cinnamon
and the cactus to its phenomena and among the silvery lakes the electric one the woman covered with fleeting school.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
Expanding toward the poppy they are all fill professional panics in whose somber laminated signs originate.
Be guided by the iridescent landscape's vein.
You say, what is the river bank waiting for in its transparent nature?
I tell you it is waiting for crown like you.
Your heart showers from west to north
the day lakes you in its mortal clay.