WINE AND GATES
Purpose Is Craving Tongues Under Restful Eyes
guidance for a misses
to a tangy regression
that has the etc's plow shined for lizards
where we secure the cheap, wear mentioned
cigarettes for you, mutton
from the side of slying that said the more
is here to fear, the naked response to cousin's?
the mete of life is in the way we eat em', the resistance to breath at war
the cookie in mind...
the jar is on proverbial fire
with a kicked head and a swimming arse ache to find, kind
is a lover in the question of a tower?
notice the round eye of sincerity to fend for courtesy
think the tongue of worth in the birth of gall, to keep a friend at arms length
while the still active reach of a rope in the blessing of history
take the time to press for would's passion, that has the timid strength
what else, a body will think
the teeth of merit in the asking price for a minty response
to the acrid notice of prayer in the nostril, wealing and pink
this drug of choice is one that haunt's...
why, the bones of a berried saint?
honor for pact's king, the details are in the hunting laughter
of a sandwiched milestone to the toes, of a ship in the harbor, cain't
the rest of these smiles in the west be a curious daughter?
in the sink of youth at the end of it
a rainbow, is your falling in love with missions of virtue
the tart envy of a dirty nose in the reign of whit?
is this bird, the tact of a new hardship for the jew?
as the arrow hits, the meet is no place for a fruiting mercy
the terror of misuse of the cradle of justice for a limp here and now
does this mean we try the bundle of joy, of a misguided mistake, the lucre of worry
acts of rage, the facts of breath, the pacts of furious time astound
to a tangy regression
that has the etc's plow shined for lizards
where we secure the cheap, wear mentioned
cigarettes for you, mutton
from the side of slying that said the more
is here to fear, the naked response to cousin's?
the mete of life is in the way we eat em', the resistance to breath at war
the cookie in mind...
the jar is on proverbial fire
with a kicked head and a swimming arse ache to find, kind
is a lover in the question of a tower?
notice the round eye of sincerity to fend for courtesy
think the tongue of worth in the birth of gall, to keep a friend at arms length
while the still active reach of a rope in the blessing of history
take the time to press for would's passion, that has the timid strength
what else, a body will think
the teeth of merit in the asking price for a minty response
to the acrid notice of prayer in the nostril, wealing and pink
this drug of choice is one that haunt's...
why, the bones of a berried saint?
honor for pact's king, the details are in the hunting laughter
of a sandwiched milestone to the toes, of a ship in the harbor, cain't
the rest of these smiles in the west be a curious daughter?
in the sink of youth at the end of it
a rainbow, is your falling in love with missions of virtue
the tart envy of a dirty nose in the reign of whit?
is this bird, the tact of a new hardship for the jew?
as the arrow hits, the meet is no place for a fruiting mercy
the terror of misuse of the cradle of justice for a limp here and now
does this mean we try the bundle of joy, of a misguided mistake, the lucre of worry
acts of rage, the facts of breath, the pacts of furious time astound
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Purpose Is Craving Tongues Under Restful Eyes
Purpose Is Craving Tongues Under Restful Eyes
