WINE AND GATES
Spunk To Skunk, The Lips To Ship's...
prayer for the lap of God
the wishes of courage is a herald, of antipathy
the rule of causes made, the like of a knowing rod
are you quiet about my virginity, the class of a capability?
worth to luck of your chin, swindle
the tooth grown in place, the truth going to the pace
of your sigh's and the white of an eye to begin
the laugh of ages, where we are dirt, we are the prayer of outer space
that plant, to delve into the care of another being
beans and the irony of causes aloof enough to sweep courses of vanity
under the rug of seldom, that which is mentioned, is a have of tea
the rape of a soldier, was too much a lip to excuse, a heart of sanity...
the quick and the damned, together they made...
the dementia of a senile old card of songs in the street, to live with a drop...
of voices in the claim of souls, for a history said...
enough to cure the spare smile of indecense of questions that suddenly stop
play with the candor of an enemy
the paradise of metal in the hard ship of stoic myth, that collected the rain
is a had liberty the knowledge of newer whimsy?
they...
the wishes of courage is a herald, of antipathy
the rule of causes made, the like of a knowing rod
are you quiet about my virginity, the class of a capability?
worth to luck of your chin, swindle
the tooth grown in place, the truth going to the pace
of your sigh's and the white of an eye to begin
the laugh of ages, where we are dirt, we are the prayer of outer space
that plant, to delve into the care of another being
beans and the irony of causes aloof enough to sweep courses of vanity
under the rug of seldom, that which is mentioned, is a have of tea
the rape of a soldier, was too much a lip to excuse, a heart of sanity...
the quick and the damned, together they made...
the dementia of a senile old card of songs in the street, to live with a drop...
of voices in the claim of souls, for a history said...
enough to cure the spare smile of indecense of questions that suddenly stop
play with the candor of an enemy
the paradise of metal in the hard ship of stoic myth, that collected the rain
is a had liberty the knowledge of newer whimsy?
they...
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Spunk To Skunk, The Lips To Ship`s...
Spunk To Skunk, The Lips To Ship`s...
