WINE AND GATES
Saved From A Drying Eye In The Garden
dirty water
hashed panic in the eaves
the breed of succinct will, later
the spoil of counter thinks and the drinks of deceives...
rage in a lip
the taste of sip and swallow in an ear
the thrice of continued purpose in the whit's
of a fruit of the plain, and the right to it for fear
this isn't the season...
of conclusion, the tarry of disgust...
is your face so mean, the bright eyed reason...
of a sincerity in the form of must...
purpose in the thumbs of Cyclops, over the shoulder
medusa of contrary feelings, to a stone of cases
a horse alone on the range, for a harpy to think could, where
is the feeling of fight that makes us a hero, by the paces
should a pain or its reign, know the taste of mine
the words to shine, in the mouth of consciences of a laugh
talk of sudden miles of passion, that knew the way to sublime
the tried candy of cities that sell the cancer, the poise of after
try the grease, the future of a neglected anxiety of prayer
the rose of pomposity, for a wishing well that with a name...
simplicity of a fish to clean, the rise of a road in the grace of fair
the power to since, the care of saving the world the shame
alone, without, saved dont's
the muses of life, show us a tooth
accord and the ache of justice, is haunt's
of presence, of methods, of couth...
hashed panic in the eaves
the breed of succinct will, later
the spoil of counter thinks and the drinks of deceives...
rage in a lip
the taste of sip and swallow in an ear
the thrice of continued purpose in the whit's
of a fruit of the plain, and the right to it for fear
this isn't the season...
of conclusion, the tarry of disgust...
is your face so mean, the bright eyed reason...
of a sincerity in the form of must...
purpose in the thumbs of Cyclops, over the shoulder
medusa of contrary feelings, to a stone of cases
a horse alone on the range, for a harpy to think could, where
is the feeling of fight that makes us a hero, by the paces
should a pain or its reign, know the taste of mine
the words to shine, in the mouth of consciences of a laugh
talk of sudden miles of passion, that knew the way to sublime
the tried candy of cities that sell the cancer, the poise of after
try the grease, the future of a neglected anxiety of prayer
the rose of pomposity, for a wishing well that with a name...
simplicity of a fish to clean, the rise of a road in the grace of fair
the power to since, the care of saving the world the shame
alone, without, saved dont's
the muses of life, show us a tooth
accord and the ache of justice, is haunt's
of presence, of methods, of couth...
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Saved From A Drying Eye In The Garden
Saved From A Drying Eye In The Garden
