WINE AND GATES
How Is Your Shadow A Courage For Future...
time to dwell
in the eye of a demon
this is the bride, the bury, the bravery of hell
was your shared berry so proud, that you don't believe in...
twain, in the mirth of mendacity to give, children
the pout of murdered fingers is a talk with patience, when
time is your portion, the cold levity in the shadow of the sun, shin
creates a fury for the courage of sincerity, in a stare we, offend
see...
the mark of use of the conditions we made
the glare of seclusion is for the ferocity
of a city in urges of content of a small kiss, wade
as the luck would have it, the nature of need is among our breasts
the lure of concern in the gray eaves of summation, would with a tortured face
the tell tale pining of worth, is your frame of mind, what has...
the prayer of consciences this side of fire, where the wind has a laugh in space
way out there, the acknowledgement of flirting and mingling
is your have of occasion, the next knocked door of the union of brass and tin
we know the stars here, bared to neglect is shine of one tinkling
the pall of history, to give the gift of burdens of miasma that is, kind
brute unity
the who is ours, the marriage of can and the sincerity of a hand
that hasn't the curse of gestures in the place of much loved vanity
by this hill of change, we know the best and...
in the eye of a demon
this is the bride, the bury, the bravery of hell
was your shared berry so proud, that you don't believe in...
twain, in the mirth of mendacity to give, children
the pout of murdered fingers is a talk with patience, when
time is your portion, the cold levity in the shadow of the sun, shin
creates a fury for the courage of sincerity, in a stare we, offend
see...
the mark of use of the conditions we made
the glare of seclusion is for the ferocity
of a city in urges of content of a small kiss, wade
as the luck would have it, the nature of need is among our breasts
the lure of concern in the gray eaves of summation, would with a tortured face
the tell tale pining of worth, is your frame of mind, what has...
the prayer of consciences this side of fire, where the wind has a laugh in space
way out there, the acknowledgement of flirting and mingling
is your have of occasion, the next knocked door of the union of brass and tin
we know the stars here, bared to neglect is shine of one tinkling
the pall of history, to give the gift of burdens of miasma that is, kind
brute unity
the who is ours, the marriage of can and the sincerity of a hand
that hasn't the curse of gestures in the place of much loved vanity
by this hill of change, we know the best and...
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How Is Your Shadow A Courage For Future...
How Is Your Shadow A Courage For Future...