WINE AND GATES
Cool Enough To Fault Love With Flower's?!
time walks when merely
the sanity of a rich man...
in the harrowed lip of whiches and stare's
the right hand of sad icon's
time talks when merely, a mirror
the taste of daisy's and the dread moon
the salt of a worthy serpent, to finish the bitter...
of a question to levity, is this a rage of wounds...?
poised to answer, the nature of kindness
the tact of condition, solutions, infusions of hellish eyes
this is your knee, the confession of a key of duress
the place of milestones of wisdom that have a day for wives
poised wishes on the have of a cocoanut
insects and the figure of a man
that had the miracle of jade, for a question of lust
that old plan of history, this is the shame of a sin
lions and the touch of a stranger
these days were made, by the cake
in the words of ancient men, the taste of anger
by the very hand of causes of sacred
rich man revisited
are you a smoke to clear, like the reach of light
we still wear the mark of alcohol found at liberty
the ache of a climbing vine and the art of honored fighting...
so to a mushroom with a salt for each burden
this order of consciences in the can, of coins
is a liberty to the candor of meandering knowledge, the place of hearing...
the sanction of worthy needs, to the finish of joy's
the truth is older than you...
the tact of wisdom is a miracle in the care of an angel...
the times are a lip in the service of a wage of could...
places of hair and the shores of what used to be, heel
thought of a red bull, on its way to sincerity
that pact of conscience in the pain of secluded prides
pace be a curious kind of virtuosity
of the place of questions and answers in the shine of...
the sanity of a rich man...
in the harrowed lip of whiches and stare's
the right hand of sad icon's
time talks when merely, a mirror
the taste of daisy's and the dread moon
the salt of a worthy serpent, to finish the bitter...
of a question to levity, is this a rage of wounds...?
poised to answer, the nature of kindness
the tact of condition, solutions, infusions of hellish eyes
this is your knee, the confession of a key of duress
the place of milestones of wisdom that have a day for wives
poised wishes on the have of a cocoanut
insects and the figure of a man
that had the miracle of jade, for a question of lust
that old plan of history, this is the shame of a sin
lions and the touch of a stranger
these days were made, by the cake
in the words of ancient men, the taste of anger
by the very hand of causes of sacred
rich man revisited
are you a smoke to clear, like the reach of light
we still wear the mark of alcohol found at liberty
the ache of a climbing vine and the art of honored fighting...
so to a mushroom with a salt for each burden
this order of consciences in the can, of coins
is a liberty to the candor of meandering knowledge, the place of hearing...
the sanction of worthy needs, to the finish of joy's
the truth is older than you...
the tact of wisdom is a miracle in the care of an angel...
the times are a lip in the service of a wage of could...
places of hair and the shores of what used to be, heel
thought of a red bull, on its way to sincerity
that pact of conscience in the pain of secluded prides
pace be a curious kind of virtuosity
of the place of questions and answers in the shine of...
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Cool Enough To Fault Love With Flower`s?!
Cool Enough To Fault Love With Flower`s?!
