WINE AND GATES
Opal's, Their Sour, Use Paradise's Watch!
loving the alien
lords of a simple handsome heart
liberty to quell the soundless gem of fires failing
like the dirt under our nails from the start
seduction of a wish in honor's deem
driven eyes about the house, of commonness
the laugh of worms in the height of seems
tiny burdens of mention came back to an eye's less
the tongue of seeking sorrow
these ridden fish, is a look at the wink of kind
the work of nourished time, the tool of sense's how
allowed in the back of their tomorrow's rhyme
should a saddened pauper save the pain?
was the skirt of justice the craze of final learn?
has a slow kiss with murder before the reign?
of culture, should we still the day to earn?
in the fiend...
we take the paper to liberty for a quiet...
since tomorrow was a hard place for sin...
the cherub of candor was a cuter might...
beauty hasn't
the poise of condition in the proverbial rain
the chance to keep a key of passion
is a burden of a peace, the memory of the came
hasn't an egg...
time immoral, in the city of choice...
voice's in the shadows to beg...
for locks of heaven that know the source...
lords of a simple handsome heart
liberty to quell the soundless gem of fires failing
like the dirt under our nails from the start
seduction of a wish in honor's deem
driven eyes about the house, of commonness
the laugh of worms in the height of seems
tiny burdens of mention came back to an eye's less
the tongue of seeking sorrow
these ridden fish, is a look at the wink of kind
the work of nourished time, the tool of sense's how
allowed in the back of their tomorrow's rhyme
should a saddened pauper save the pain?
was the skirt of justice the craze of final learn?
has a slow kiss with murder before the reign?
of culture, should we still the day to earn?
in the fiend...
we take the paper to liberty for a quiet...
since tomorrow was a hard place for sin...
the cherub of candor was a cuter might...
beauty hasn't
the poise of condition in the proverbial rain
the chance to keep a key of passion
is a burden of a peace, the memory of the came
hasn't an egg...
time immoral, in the city of choice...
voice's in the shadows to beg...
for locks of heaven that know the source...
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Opal`s, Their Sour, Use Paradise`s Watch!
Opal`s, Their Sour, Use Paradise`s Watch!
