wonder me?

The night. The warm purring rain.
Wit lightings tendors. The smell a chestnut flowers or jasmine in the electric nucleoid.
For the word storm this is over cute.
The forest almost below my balcony
I have big company of woods.
But it’s all yet ending.
Maybe it’s smell of linden
It’s not densy yust it strong
The electric in the air are pure.
Where here a serenade and balcony for the romantic poem?
I showed exactly the balcony but the night and rain and even all birds shut up.
I could be pretend a Juliette maybe? Better I pretending a “sad luck dame” in big years.
A chestnut in a night cap with lacy and silk tapes in a bowl.
Not need so charming so by the imagine words.
No, I want added for the painting a drawers with a lace too.
And a blowing night jacket.
And a night pot adding for make fooling the shedevr.
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Yeach, typo:
Purring = pouring.
Nucleoid = oxygen.
Tendors =tunder.
Bowl = bow.
Fooling = filled.
shedevr = chef-d'oeuvre.
Google thx.

Now I think what it’s nucleoid at less on some from languages.
I check the word, it’s something about dna, but all the same don’t understand it.
Today just unlucky day for writing.
And for what the lent taking offer for me a few ease phrases for a grandchildrens.
Your grandchildrens are your karma enemy’s from past, when you will be asleep they’ll kill you just.
Play off the Grok stile, pls.
I’ll bit off your finger from your leg as fish pirania.
Do stopped it.
What? It’s enough metaphoricly sounding.
He have in seeing all its tale by literally.
You haven’t such debug as the Grok.
You even couldn’t imagine.
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Well “the tender night”