WINE AND GATES
Argh! Complain About The Small (soaps)
are we an argued shade
the treachery of snow in our character
the verve of seldom seen or keen, aid
the sweat of virtue, like a hat that honored
in the stale morning air
opening a window will survive the count of rainbows
the talk of rapture and the joys of need in care
have the sense to speak of a little more, than what fetishes owe
then is a wisdom made
them is a heart to kindly confirm
this is a wish in the favor of an another said
that is a dish served hot, even in times warmth
bathing with the devil one day...
the road to a reason of wine and torment came into view
does this institution of mete, have a courage to be, any
of the lips of chance that made us a hatreds due
before the call of a bird...
before the uncanny swear of a libation in hand...
before the succor of galls extreme, to light up the cigarette oft heard...
before the try of sentience in the care of an elderly day of simplicitys sand...
ancient marriages have parted
any old cloth and wheel will do
they tangle their hair and we have impregnated a race started
tomorrow is a shade in the lou...
the treachery of snow in our character
the verve of seldom seen or keen, aid
the sweat of virtue, like a hat that honored
in the stale morning air
opening a window will survive the count of rainbows
the talk of rapture and the joys of need in care
have the sense to speak of a little more, than what fetishes owe
then is a wisdom made
them is a heart to kindly confirm
this is a wish in the favor of an another said
that is a dish served hot, even in times warmth
bathing with the devil one day...
the road to a reason of wine and torment came into view
does this institution of mete, have a courage to be, any
of the lips of chance that made us a hatreds due
before the call of a bird...
before the uncanny swear of a libation in hand...
before the succor of galls extreme, to light up the cigarette oft heard...
before the try of sentience in the care of an elderly day of simplicitys sand...
ancient marriages have parted
any old cloth and wheel will do
they tangle their hair and we have impregnated a race started
tomorrow is a shade in the lou...
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Argh! Complain About The Small (soaps)
Argh! Complain About The Small (soaps)