WINE AND GATES
Life Is Taken Too Long, Eating Seriously
a radio on for a friend
in the market, of a summary plan
by the skip of merit, we know the sign
of guarantee's of beans in the can
where are we to buy our angry tomorrows?
says the joke on the count, of suicide
the problem of vulgarity versus a virgin harrowed...
more than you, the rue of fury, as if a snide
the chicken stolen, the church woolen
thoughts of fire and the myth of cold sheets
is a prayer the tender lip of children?
that knew the terror of where your eyes mete
panic or panacea
the life of a noble guess in the triumph of a home
is a liberty in mind, for the age of dilemma
this buttered bread is a quiet they with a bough of beauty
need and heed, if a seed of redundancy
the she'd of culture is a quicker license for martyrs
than the pain of urged many, to find the question of intimacy
the proud will satisfy the count of worlds?
have you a sauce for that bird?
asks the asking piety, the tripe of a land's phantom
means to ends, the spice that occurred
in all penny's spent, we have the catch of a throat on unity's hum
could you cousin the blessing?
steel, a martyr of visions of the redoubt of the may
where we ark, the secret is with a gird of the rest included
of a salt to finish its method of the answer's of day's
like the table we set, an angel will say the truth
of a pace of playing with the modesty to name, a charisma
the prestige of clever senses of the being seclusion of youth
why is water so expensive to taste, when I know the clay's dilemma?
in the market, of a summary plan
by the skip of merit, we know the sign
of guarantee's of beans in the can
where are we to buy our angry tomorrows?
says the joke on the count, of suicide
the problem of vulgarity versus a virgin harrowed...
more than you, the rue of fury, as if a snide
the chicken stolen, the church woolen
thoughts of fire and the myth of cold sheets
is a prayer the tender lip of children?
that knew the terror of where your eyes mete
panic or panacea
the life of a noble guess in the triumph of a home
is a liberty in mind, for the age of dilemma
this buttered bread is a quiet they with a bough of beauty
need and heed, if a seed of redundancy
the she'd of culture is a quicker license for martyrs
than the pain of urged many, to find the question of intimacy
the proud will satisfy the count of worlds?
have you a sauce for that bird?
asks the asking piety, the tripe of a land's phantom
means to ends, the spice that occurred
in all penny's spent, we have the catch of a throat on unity's hum
could you cousin the blessing?
steel, a martyr of visions of the redoubt of the may
where we ark, the secret is with a gird of the rest included
of a salt to finish its method of the answer's of day's
like the table we set, an angel will say the truth
of a pace of playing with the modesty to name, a charisma
the prestige of clever senses of the being seclusion of youth
why is water so expensive to taste, when I know the clay's dilemma?
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Life Is Taken Too Long, Eating Seriously
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