The Morning After

Curtains reopened. The sweeper in face of his past vibrations and variations, caresses quietly. Holding love for all that lead him to expansion. Applauding as he cleans used furniture, along his tear. The smart was smart as he cracked the dune. The filthy mouth was  cloud man when smudging. The foul continues to be a fool. Hidden actors with passive roles, waving. Star aura my kiss in the mirror. Know what the sweeper holds is pure love. "Paths of the endeared... cross ... recross ... eternally". Only the serial killer lost the love of his life. Ocean Kiss.