WINE AND GATES
bone kiss home kiss some kiss done kiss love
the sting in the blood
has come
to those with more than who'd
the nerve of here, now and some
the riches we saw...
had like futures of disgust
we knew the reason for the bitten law
the record of simplicity is one to must
simply the walking of the mind
we knew the roses of virtue in the age of art and honour
this road to waiting smiles has the time
the grim nose of varietys unknown, is allowed, like doom
pound or bound, the way is clear
the rape of such we mistook is surety in void eyes so great we excuse...
the rest of the story came to us with an heir
with a memory of love to lose
per the tools of dementia, we are thus
savage motion of nerves at the edge of sanity
with a complexity to each motion, the vye of bloods
time will tell, the rue of its fame is in courages vanity
has come
to those with more than who'd
the nerve of here, now and some
the riches we saw...
had like futures of disgust
we knew the reason for the bitten law
the record of simplicity is one to must
simply the walking of the mind
we knew the roses of virtue in the age of art and honour
this road to waiting smiles has the time
the grim nose of varietys unknown, is allowed, like doom
pound or bound, the way is clear
the rape of such we mistook is surety in void eyes so great we excuse...
the rest of the story came to us with an heir
with a memory of love to lose
per the tools of dementia, we are thus
savage motion of nerves at the edge of sanity
with a complexity to each motion, the vye of bloods
time will tell, the rue of its fame is in courages vanity
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bone kiss home kiss some kiss done kiss love
bone kiss home kiss some kiss done kiss love
