WINE AND GATES
Aldus, Integrity, Nation's, Timidness, Sadism
poorer than you
the talk of an avenging town
the walk of a tongue, in the charisma due
these import's and ruling hosts neglect what to own
the taste in courage, the taste in security
the patience to walk by the door, of comment
and earn a life with an invested sincerity
the question of a bell in the land - to keep with a relent
lions and the meager savvy of anticipating women
is the trait of shrewdness, in the tarry of honor...
isn't your face of a hospitable kind, to know a future's land?
we think, yet blink like a fury is a future with glamor
persuasion of a comb, and the betrayal of inception
is a weary bosom, the duty to altruism
here is your form to confide in intuition
these patience's pay for themselves, the needy misery in a kissed...
towns with shoes to wear...
the error of a bedlam with a crazed eye, for a patronage of jealousy
with those, is the decorum of these, to finish a strand of hair
the pride of antipathy is always the passage of neglect as zealousy
they have the tart envy, of a soiled shirt
the passion of wishes to the witness of consideration, is a class onto itself?
where the power to know, is with the panic it knew to know hurt
with a dragon in the siring of heaven, is a lucre to keep for a day's welfare...
anger and the dander of situations to excel
the walking of nourishment of the mind, is with a precise kiss
here is your demand for a watery one, the lift of worlds to know hell...
has the image of strangers from the dark side of mercy that insist's...?
milk, and the truth to know...?
where have the birds of common persuayel gone, and done it
the ply of your clever acts, the pathetic race to the finish of owe
is a message to the thoughts given, where a simple eye knows the lament of pity...
the talk of an avenging town
the walk of a tongue, in the charisma due
these import's and ruling hosts neglect what to own
the taste in courage, the taste in security
the patience to walk by the door, of comment
and earn a life with an invested sincerity
the question of a bell in the land - to keep with a relent
lions and the meager savvy of anticipating women
is the trait of shrewdness, in the tarry of honor...
isn't your face of a hospitable kind, to know a future's land?
we think, yet blink like a fury is a future with glamor
persuasion of a comb, and the betrayal of inception
is a weary bosom, the duty to altruism
here is your form to confide in intuition
these patience's pay for themselves, the needy misery in a kissed...
towns with shoes to wear...
the error of a bedlam with a crazed eye, for a patronage of jealousy
with those, is the decorum of these, to finish a strand of hair
the pride of antipathy is always the passage of neglect as zealousy
they have the tart envy, of a soiled shirt
the passion of wishes to the witness of consideration, is a class onto itself?
where the power to know, is with the panic it knew to know hurt
with a dragon in the siring of heaven, is a lucre to keep for a day's welfare...
anger and the dander of situations to excel
the walking of nourishment of the mind, is with a precise kiss
here is your demand for a watery one, the lift of worlds to know hell...
has the image of strangers from the dark side of mercy that insist's...?
milk, and the truth to know...?
where have the birds of common persuayel gone, and done it
the ply of your clever acts, the pathetic race to the finish of owe
is a message to the thoughts given, where a simple eye knows the lament of pity...
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Aldus, Integrity, Nation`s, Timidness, Sadism
Aldus, Integrity, Nation`s, Timidness, Sadism
