WINE AND GATES
The Path Of Ceased Seasons (thunderstorms)
shame in a shaved liver
the future for a door to knock, profusely
anise and the fruit of the hickory, to comely shiver
been with a cork that is not, whacha thing whit duty?
any of the brides of meandering clouds will note
has, the form to come for our oracle of synapsis
as we should, so is soon a carry of cope
regret the bride, and see the wishes of the new pi**
ares of a groom to the tooth of delight of the grace of virtue
sugar and the spice of a burden in total acrimonious life
has the sense to live in the shape of things to come out lued
songs of vows to remember, this is the smell of your ordinary strife
who cares?
in, the toilet at the moment
truly but, who has a pinch of sulphur to liberate the still of nuance that wheres?
heed, tis the season of unrelenting skill for a scent...
gestures of the universe in same
around the finger of supposition is the will to seek endeavour
made like a rich statement of complexity and the hardship of a name
elephants, squirrels and a stinky cricuit come with heaven to succor
believe it or not, this shadow of a quaint direction for today
is made of the metal we adore, as a sense come to haitus as a planet at war
thoroughly, do you believe in the common land of push and said
er' the ear of naievete not with standing, this is the conscience of a far...
the future for a door to knock, profusely
anise and the fruit of the hickory, to comely shiver
been with a cork that is not, whacha thing whit duty?
any of the brides of meandering clouds will note
has, the form to come for our oracle of synapsis
as we should, so is soon a carry of cope
regret the bride, and see the wishes of the new pi**
ares of a groom to the tooth of delight of the grace of virtue
sugar and the spice of a burden in total acrimonious life
has the sense to live in the shape of things to come out lued
songs of vows to remember, this is the smell of your ordinary strife
who cares?
in, the toilet at the moment
truly but, who has a pinch of sulphur to liberate the still of nuance that wheres?
heed, tis the season of unrelenting skill for a scent...
gestures of the universe in same
around the finger of supposition is the will to seek endeavour
made like a rich statement of complexity and the hardship of a name
elephants, squirrels and a stinky cricuit come with heaven to succor
believe it or not, this shadow of a quaint direction for today
is made of the metal we adore, as a sense come to haitus as a planet at war
thoroughly, do you believe in the common land of push and said
er' the ear of naievete not with standing, this is the conscience of a far...
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The Path Of Ceased Seasons (thunderstorms)
The Path Of Ceased Seasons (thunderstorms)
