WINE AND GATES
Sphinx The Ought Poised (they don't...)
time to tune the piano
twitch and the burden of casual liberty is yours for a ...
a curio...
that comes and goes like a head above the candlelabra
find me like fleas
the rose in the virtue of condition,is a marvel in the pace of ...
salted peas
make me think its time to screw the halting...
wishes and the return of your penny's harbringer
we tell the finish of spinach to reclaim the nature of a host
the treachery involved in the cant of danger
blew you away for a crapped soles...
that much we have, a flower for
the take of token teeth, and the spew of indignancy that knew the luck of the land
is forever more
the rich end of a sullen finger, right there on that hand
special cases for sincerity show up like this...
angles on proud suppose and the act of poorer beginnings should...
the taste of hush in this corner of bliss...
as the wind chooses the days for a calm eye in the mud...
epitaph to a noteworthy concerto...
this is the fruit of the legend of dis...
smell the care we went to hold...
the reality of a golden kiss...
twitch and the burden of casual liberty is yours for a ...
a curio...
that comes and goes like a head above the candlelabra
find me like fleas
the rose in the virtue of condition,is a marvel in the pace of ...
salted peas
make me think its time to screw the halting...
wishes and the return of your penny's harbringer
we tell the finish of spinach to reclaim the nature of a host
the treachery involved in the cant of danger
blew you away for a crapped soles...
that much we have, a flower for
the take of token teeth, and the spew of indignancy that knew the luck of the land
is forever more
the rich end of a sullen finger, right there on that hand
special cases for sincerity show up like this...
angles on proud suppose and the act of poorer beginnings should...
the taste of hush in this corner of bliss...
as the wind chooses the days for a calm eye in the mud...
epitaph to a noteworthy concerto...
this is the fruit of the legend of dis...
smell the care we went to hold...
the reality of a golden kiss...
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Sphinx The Ought Poised (they don`t...)
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