WINE AND GATES
Sniffing Glue, Cousin's And Fate (tart bicycles...)
the penny of charisma is a warning moon
like a fed babe, the regret of somes is in the park
tis the season of a wished for heroine, will say a cartoon
the joke of fear and a heart, is a pity's work
the liberty of choice:
memory served a callous fright of worths
to the benign they that is, a pictured voice
sincerity will cost you ... the truth wasn't the heard
does this monster have a chair to beat me?
is this wink of meat, the turn of consciences that has, a lechery?
to the imaginary fiend, of mores and a wish of the keep, see...
the tooth of a mother, and its muse of the moment children...
the bells of angels, and the heed for an honor to cream
and wash, the cause of vertigos in the dark, horses of sugar
this history of wishes is a calling bird, the truth be steam
for a mist in the eyes, of the sky is a ward of must the much
tin and dread iron dancing, on a ceiling with the candor of sages
excuse the silliness of a shoe, the method of mercy in the moon is my name
come and done with bread, we see the foreign in the mirror, the city rages
this hand full of salt for a moment, is a cooling drink all the same
pennies found...
the trait of walls and the falls of sames in the tradition of whore
of a soul with a simple sound
the more we wait, the greater the core...
by the by, is a cold steel lip in a safety's way?
the breach of merely the tone of voice of sates reflection
is a wake of included tears and forms of a wisdoms prayer
Satan, is a being of guards and the garrison of intimate ...
hello, misery
the road to pies and cake is a looking glass of exceptional quality
think the doles, think the roles of film, worthy...
the sneeze of your nose is more than a hour without a silent city
good bye, mercy
the strange life of a telephone is a naked feeling about tubal mescheesh
that riddle about throats and the energy of sister mimicry
is nothing but myself...
so does the kind, of wine is a season of change
so is the peach, the can of regret that we met
so doesn't the mind, of curses is a morose anxiety strange
so is the seam, the future of passion in the what...
like a fed babe, the regret of somes is in the park
tis the season of a wished for heroine, will say a cartoon
the joke of fear and a heart, is a pity's work
the liberty of choice:
memory served a callous fright of worths
to the benign they that is, a pictured voice
sincerity will cost you ... the truth wasn't the heard
does this monster have a chair to beat me?
is this wink of meat, the turn of consciences that has, a lechery?
to the imaginary fiend, of mores and a wish of the keep, see...
the tooth of a mother, and its muse of the moment children...
the bells of angels, and the heed for an honor to cream
and wash, the cause of vertigos in the dark, horses of sugar
this history of wishes is a calling bird, the truth be steam
for a mist in the eyes, of the sky is a ward of must the much
tin and dread iron dancing, on a ceiling with the candor of sages
excuse the silliness of a shoe, the method of mercy in the moon is my name
come and done with bread, we see the foreign in the mirror, the city rages
this hand full of salt for a moment, is a cooling drink all the same
pennies found...
the trait of walls and the falls of sames in the tradition of whore
of a soul with a simple sound
the more we wait, the greater the core...
by the by, is a cold steel lip in a safety's way?
the breach of merely the tone of voice of sates reflection
is a wake of included tears and forms of a wisdoms prayer
Satan, is a being of guards and the garrison of intimate ...
hello, misery
the road to pies and cake is a looking glass of exceptional quality
think the doles, think the roles of film, worthy...
the sneeze of your nose is more than a hour without a silent city
good bye, mercy
the strange life of a telephone is a naked feeling about tubal mescheesh
that riddle about throats and the energy of sister mimicry
is nothing but myself...
so does the kind, of wine is a season of change
so is the peach, the can of regret that we met
so doesn't the mind, of curses is a morose anxiety strange
so is the seam, the future of passion in the what...
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Sniffing Glue, Cousin`s And Fate (tart bicycles...)
Sniffing Glue, Cousin`s And Fate (tart bicycles...)
