WINE AND GATES
Demand Formaldehyde See Many Star's...?
paste in the lake
the triumph of need instinct
care and candor for a sweet cake
things to live, things to wink
the wasp with a callous voice...
reason in foil , the carry of a silk
the turn you made, like so much benign choice
the curt angenue of senses, for milk
threads to hold to gather
penny in the hand, a war with warmth
the neglect of salt, included in the fate of others
the power to cure the disease of a star...
is your hat so big, that you don't notice a presence
with a religion in tough or rued prides
this shadow of wishes is a legend to know a chin
this curiosity, is a lord the wage of your lies?
the nightmare of Daniel in the sincerity of a gargoyle
was not was, the haste of ashes, in the pace of a gorgeous sky
the place for hey and the Satan of faces that share oil
pink was your future, you who make sense of a final...
the taste of a needle, a waste of a sneeze
the quiet memory of seduction is no place, but under the skip
of a question with a silence to bear, the knowledge of a woman's knee
is your pacifier on fire, with a mention of a ship...
the triumph of need instinct
care and candor for a sweet cake
things to live, things to wink
the wasp with a callous voice...
reason in foil , the carry of a silk
the turn you made, like so much benign choice
the curt angenue of senses, for milk
threads to hold to gather
penny in the hand, a war with warmth
the neglect of salt, included in the fate of others
the power to cure the disease of a star...
is your hat so big, that you don't notice a presence
with a religion in tough or rued prides
this shadow of wishes is a legend to know a chin
this curiosity, is a lord the wage of your lies?
the nightmare of Daniel in the sincerity of a gargoyle
was not was, the haste of ashes, in the pace of a gorgeous sky
the place for hey and the Satan of faces that share oil
pink was your future, you who make sense of a final...
the taste of a needle, a waste of a sneeze
the quiet memory of seduction is no place, but under the skip
of a question with a silence to bear, the knowledge of a woman's knee
is your pacifier on fire, with a mention of a ship...
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Demand Formaldehyde See Many Star`s...?
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