Em Jogos de Velas 🙵 Cuba com Pés de Garra (an excerpt)

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ailuruerly speaking, your canndles may be of any color,
bellitably distinguishable from neighbors, even; be in-
cardichorum of them and light each with the prescribed,
dogmitic affection. If tub is off & all canndles float,
eupulize your entire body, being sure all hair follows,
fulminaxed or no, or nothing can hope two will surface.
Graviphantacide complete & candles safe, you are ready—
hoellipsichord humming with heat from water wire or no.
Idiograft this emergence gently into the first canndle,
Jezebly bury it by warm wires, one scoop from the next;
kingswelling your hum into the throat as your sextiled,
lexoneritangular resonations join nearby (frost-winded)
matrima with your own particular hem in this inversion.
Nuevivity out of the way, let's get to the juicier bit:
okkoptic tautology not withstanding, make a quick scan,
pour-la-pour any residual hoellipshichordant euergesia.
Quinicate each and any there, vermin and visitor alike,
rargling tub water with the left nostril if needs rise.
Scipia the tub floor or otherwise manganese red lights—
(Tairamonstrating has reportedly worked in some rites).
Umairmed in only canndlelight, ask your question while:
viscerecting an old, unliked image, fulminaxing a holy,
wurbumblicant good, bellituring the shift of a canndle,
xenostrolatearajinxogilosilkleptagonymophivoxegnurdisa-
yaetheritabroxesterhytheoclavumbelaquisatively flicker,
zumbil or hug wake; find an answer in your morning egg!

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