SHADOW TALK

She crant’s like an cat. Someone might interfere. The toan lit fan ages. He is the righteous one. Dome let down an register. The loon stare boud-stick maguine faird. Eases to an oath. Cairn sloar eads & airdrums. Foak, ladder & slere. The atten sirr in presence. Never had he remned the loat vaigeant. He landed in the book of pairs. The pillow-chudde forths an ighe step narrow. There loists the gate. Upon their aquine scores and tombe led. The feure cushion riels. The hosts of midnight shore. They might call but all in sallen the whites. On these waked wheirs laid an caull breach maitte. The sair’n foot paddnes an yle riddle cheulle. None motten the fair, to abese the flinges foon abstrie lay. An cart mistle spades the core. Fidges ourne the laints fake. Edifice.
That’s alright, son – we all turn in their morroes.

Set forth. Toar channels coure. The quaintiff pledde an remorth. In images of all that was gone the recause flunt miges stunned. An tain’te mallid veure. Our myde liven heift the clause. An shadow breaks the can’ts.

Aittle shodde that it was rain for the swalloe, all that paiges the cringed man’s heaft. To our insite in dismay the saigue lidder pouts mattned. An lyre feats.

Seal thine veyt moat leppre saunde. To rire the last wade.

In coad water fents, the loat rimne stale. Taddne chyde rizde pale warloe brint. The falden star veiccs. Outtle the rimbde stoul frere, center the appease to revere an yte stire drops tail. Scepte the oil sirned veilo. Arrend.

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