East side industrial

love is secreted on touched one direction miracle aired it
( exactness [truth] ) it as joy flapping continued them(s) "day after
day handle the compass" {ity} it's not soul flow a
tree line d street (as unknown as familiar) holes here face'd

in it "there will be languages" not mountain forest not
streams but where (s) that stink eyes that glow hatred
language angered hand around temples hidden (ing) sentence more sharp
loudest precision air blowing breathing face turned in vision dead

the love secreted touched one miracle direction aired it (exactness
[ truth ]) it because them(s) continued agitating "day joy after the
hand waving day compass" it {ity} is not flow that
soul a line street tree d (so unknown how much
the familiar one) pierces face'd in it here "will have
streams forest mountain languages" not not but where (s) that
reek eyes they become incandescent language hatred annoyed hand around
sharper highest air precision sentence (ing) face breathing hidden temples
turned in the inoperative vision