WINE AND GATES
Castle Owed Uncle's Nations Toward Lumpshare
back to a more serious tone
the laughing horse in the gaiety of sand, sulk
oddity is silk, the turn of whiches into stitches, at home
on your sofa, the total of guise of the waiting, walk
you'll sing to the mind, the fingers of wine
worth the climb of simplicity in a rhyme
the faces you adore, the wastes of kind
know a kick in the behind
the tact of a frog, where the flowers have a cool stare
these patience's of heed and the house of courage
could you think, the merit of another cherub
wait, does this more of good and ready have the sense to turn the page
pound of purple, sound of silver
washed with the timid reply to a health's question
my name is still, briefly...
to the heart of an answer to the mere of answers lasting
argued with a vehicle of sand and the nature of silence
we present the king of danger to norms
taken with a pill, the very light of romance begins, anarchy
does this panicked snap of a flower have forms?
just like a whistle...
that age old cheese and wine of virtue has a triumphed
book on the care of vitamins and the day of origins for an ape, epistle
is your fate so kind, that you don't notice an onion
the epitomy of an egg, loved and said from day wander
the tart terror of a hedonistic kiss from nowhere
birds, bee's and the belief in a mint come
this is your faerie, the right to sides of a city of pier's...
the laughing horse in the gaiety of sand, sulk
oddity is silk, the turn of whiches into stitches, at home
on your sofa, the total of guise of the waiting, walk
you'll sing to the mind, the fingers of wine
worth the climb of simplicity in a rhyme
the faces you adore, the wastes of kind
know a kick in the behind
the tact of a frog, where the flowers have a cool stare
these patience's of heed and the house of courage
could you think, the merit of another cherub
wait, does this more of good and ready have the sense to turn the page
pound of purple, sound of silver
washed with the timid reply to a health's question
my name is still, briefly...
to the heart of an answer to the mere of answers lasting
argued with a vehicle of sand and the nature of silence
we present the king of danger to norms
taken with a pill, the very light of romance begins, anarchy
does this panicked snap of a flower have forms?
just like a whistle...
that age old cheese and wine of virtue has a triumphed
book on the care of vitamins and the day of origins for an ape, epistle
is your fate so kind, that you don't notice an onion
the epitomy of an egg, loved and said from day wander
the tart terror of a hedonistic kiss from nowhere
birds, bee's and the belief in a mint come
this is your faerie, the right to sides of a city of pier's...
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Castle Owed Uncle`s Nations Toward Lumpshare
Castle Owed Uncle`s Nations Toward Lumpshare
