WINE AND GATES
Shy Enough Xchanges Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow
Veronica, where is a hat the lap of luxury?
the overtones of youth, in the dander we adjust for pouts
is your aging fate for a lip of Lucifer...
time would with the our of what is season redoubts...
in space, the terror of sullen wading of an effigy
found formed, a spirit warding the tone of a voice, made like tears
the right side of scintillating metal of an energy...
you are the gift, to the necessity of years of yearning
across the way, the home of urges in black
these tracts of sunshine in the guilt of a silks anniversary
isn't the tarter the envy of a wheel, the passion it took to burlap
the talk of the evil eyes of a horizon with no name for a marriage...
the total of hunger, the titular thought; to danger
doting reasons of virtue, in a class of spry silence
the parody of city's with no place for a father
bade of babe, the risen wall's of defense...
the shock of the truth, as if the night sky
this marriage of simplicity is a welcome alcohol...
thank you Veronica, the passion of a somehow blind...
this horror of teeth and the gaseous lend of will's...
embarrassment of a diabetic soul, is sugar the knock of a heroine's door?
chaste irony courtesy of a train of thought, the cheese of human kindness
isn't a liberty to finish the naming of the horizon, rain itself to adore?
the privacy of a worm, in the season of an occasion for God's blessing
epitaph to a levity in the fist of curiosity
your righting eyes, the champions of stead, and the health of a golden sigh
is a creation of violence, knowing the wink of the violation of sated virtuosity
that catch of throat, in the waters of a head aching from the lies...
cotton, circumcision and the challenge of pickles...
to know the life of a bothered tradition of troubling music
agreeing with the anger of a prophet costs the taste in riddles?
where a glare of poison in the wine is the shadow of a pride to know, heretic
the overtones of youth, in the dander we adjust for pouts
is your aging fate for a lip of Lucifer...
time would with the our of what is season redoubts...
in space, the terror of sullen wading of an effigy
found formed, a spirit warding the tone of a voice, made like tears
the right side of scintillating metal of an energy...
you are the gift, to the necessity of years of yearning
across the way, the home of urges in black
these tracts of sunshine in the guilt of a silks anniversary
isn't the tarter the envy of a wheel, the passion it took to burlap
the talk of the evil eyes of a horizon with no name for a marriage...
the total of hunger, the titular thought; to danger
doting reasons of virtue, in a class of spry silence
the parody of city's with no place for a father
bade of babe, the risen wall's of defense...
the shock of the truth, as if the night sky
this marriage of simplicity is a welcome alcohol...
thank you Veronica, the passion of a somehow blind...
this horror of teeth and the gaseous lend of will's...
embarrassment of a diabetic soul, is sugar the knock of a heroine's door?
chaste irony courtesy of a train of thought, the cheese of human kindness
isn't a liberty to finish the naming of the horizon, rain itself to adore?
the privacy of a worm, in the season of an occasion for God's blessing
epitaph to a levity in the fist of curiosity
your righting eyes, the champions of stead, and the health of a golden sigh
is a creation of violence, knowing the wink of the violation of sated virtuosity
that catch of throat, in the waters of a head aching from the lies...
cotton, circumcision and the challenge of pickles...
to know the life of a bothered tradition of troubling music
agreeing with the anger of a prophet costs the taste in riddles?
where a glare of poison in the wine is the shadow of a pride to know, heretic
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Shy Enough Xchanges Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow
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