WINE AND GATES

A Part Of Sacred Temples Angrily Tell Ear's

hither the turtle
a jack rabbit has a girl by the toe
these words of fame, is a suede lip the times only well
music and candy is like a flower, with nectar for a woe

wishes in the trash
special of syrup and the history of cuter disease
the future has its mighty hash
the cure for secrets of imagined speed and the ache of merit in the we'd

the smaller the cousin, the greater the mistake
the integrity of worth in the wall's portent
a square hope to deliver the means to make
these greasy courages know the life of a lament

words on the bitter
the song of wind, moses found an apple core
the hint of sugary replies to the utterer
was your head the communion of sincerity to question the foreign?

so who one the race?
the turn of mete into metals of superior find and the care of craving tigers
is a portion of meandering might, that has a pace
called the truth, we remember...


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