Day 13: Black Eyes

Day 13 - Eyes black as night

I look within the pool so gleaned, and captured theft, my soul blackened seamed, and upon the mists, the thread so well, I captured eternity, my eyes darkened smell.

A stir to find the capture ease, where light would blind, the wrists back entry flees, and focus length, the back wrists flee, what working love, to the sight stolen glee.

Focus length, the wrists chain stun, I will see all workings a farm begun, and stolen entries woven wide, the eyes, reset, my angel weighted wide.

Do you see a balanced set? The eye the tears, blackened feet test? Or woven in comfort tear, technology woven, your palm my dear.

I do upset a woven net, technology is, such a comfort slept, that break the screen in solitude be, what comfort, annoyance, a redirection clear can see. Comfort, long my eyes, set weave, a train on eternity, to old company peave, and rid the darkened lore insane, what till, in back seat, an old witch tame, to gaze a hold and station wide, her crones, to chat the news, hid snide.

Do not tailor a backpunch flee, angels are a corpse, seeds flee, that stolen once, my heart rid fame, the palm, the gold, or the seed reseed I will flame, and stolen mercy, a tidings claim, the angel beset, in company, physical new a cheap reflect, to my downbreach tame.

Do tamper, the eye, to the farm hold fame, I can fly my eye, to breaches crane, and with the eyes, abandoned sum, old pathways worked, to a drop of gum, and solder care, with a stare, what truth, an annoying man, his flight would share.

Can you not filter your back throne set, set the eye, and strip the moon, a laugh, the corridor, naked pry? And filter ease, the baggage woe, a reflection of a coward, sow?

Do find, me a breeze hid tame, to shelter wings, in incomings sane, my eye is set to temperance weave, the baggage clear, yet mine, held fear?

And what are thee, to hands rung dry, the moon stripped, of a paradise, a belt to try? That no the shame, to never stain, I have a point, my heart, held to a grain.

Do tailor these breaches, with wealth to show, not the eye and stain, in baggage show. I can feel a breach a corridor slug, and mercy won, your feet to shove.

My eye is set to temperance weave, a child would spin to moon, laughter weave. I’ve spent too many nights, in loneliness be, what weapon a flight downward, the softened head worth to thee?

Do show me something of purse, a click to pearls, a coin worth hoarse, and leave your daggers eyes pet peave, a demon trophy, I will clear in hindsight peave.

My eyes are set to temperance echo, my hand flown high, to cane withheld temper, and the farm collect, the wheat ears flee, a stolen entry, a cart wheels, a donkey can see.

Shape the daggers, the soles, to feet, not an abandoned crone, worth feat, and soil my eye, in weather greet, children with wet mouths with teeth.

Shapen woe, satisfy toe, drink to shame, the crop old know, yet a smell to find, the stain worth all, you know my eye, is foresight know, and shelter on the farm what lay, a fire the shuffle, to a dark trophy get obey.

Laughter on the belt to show, what guides I will hide, the moon topped snow. Do leave space, in room to shove, I have sheltered annoyance, to tidings spade love. Do price the eye, to withered decay, the house is cursed, and farm I will lay, and crows I will fly, on beaks so old, cursing the hold, to a child outstay.

Now the tamper weave set, the wrist cemented, in visions wept. Hold the pedigree, once to shine, the wrists what is held, a voodoo doll crime, and shelter woe, with ease to tease, a written mess, a curse to please. Do find the nose hid let, two knitted curses, entranced, the bone to slept, and wry the instruments in sight a find, a voodoo priestess cursed knitted nosed kind.

Now the knotted enlaced wear key, what withered trophy, a trance can be. That knowing the stain, the shelter wane, what is the time, the moon to claim? Shelter your pedestal abandoned worth, a trophy arrogrance to my eye choke flirt, and flicker passing souls with ease, what truth a tailor, to strip entries, a glass shoulder sees. Withered stain, withered know, I have many curses, staining visions toe, and if an ear, abandoned flirt, I will see a welcome, all visions stripped, one man, his naked corpse court.

Now the mission sighted tease, can you tailor the wrists balanced knees? Or do you wish the sight flown young, a darken entry, in a cauldron spun? Find the flappings heron’s beat, the river is so tendered keep, yet flying sight, my two legs stun, what trappings soul, to never begun.

My eyes will wave the cauldron set, blackened visions, to eyes beget, yet temperance woe, what stolen child would floor, I will take my payment, in the angel bestow, or temperance weave, the angel set, I have several beings, visions collect, and if the liking is not grim, then I will throw a child a cauldron slim, and beatings slimings kind worth try, the angel is next, to try height buy.

Do sliver back your heaven come, what heaven is my lift undone. I like to breeze, a sight to tease, the pool collect all new entries tease.

Now filter the blackened eye source web, I have more workings on this farm collect ebb, shelter my eye, to an abandoned storm, a drip will find, my eye rid blackened hone.

Flip the dish, the blackened kind, black eyes do, find a chime, and withered crop, a blight would pray, a beautiful practice, a potatoe growing upwards say?

Find the blight, the potatoe woe, the breach, the soil, what worth flow know, and with a chuckle hid as night, a curse to all, and a new blight height.