3,1,18,9,14,7

Feeling, touch, taste and sour…(6,1,9,20,8)maybe it just a little thing but, it fee´
so not real should time make it steady probably prompted to spit out a juvenil knee
Holding on to an Italian rope sewen toghether with tomato and chee´  

Poor laughter being exchange with a smile but, cry not hold not
Simple fact let it be time and crisis may shoot
Take it there, no not again let it be the price in question is loot

Broken particles of pink smile air chasing anger
Stolen features distorting a rare future is danger´
When provocation is distributed amongst stranger´

Yes, yes indeed last and forth what generates of your ignorancy
you hold it steady, metal and glasses have a lie you fancy
See the usual, be not regular spancy