WINE AND GATES
The Jungle Of Power And Airing Kind, Aptrician...
panic made you sauerkraut
history for a fly in your heart
the fan to buzz, and know a meandering route
the ointment says those eggs will smart...
terror from a brand new can opener
the tall tale of a succinct audacity of lust inked?
worth's and practice of a government laundered...?
by the proper show of diligence, the sincerity winked
the brazen mile of secluded irony
in the fact of usage of a calling bird
the tarter the pressure in mind to find
is your patience with more of a head of grace paced then heard?
broken in, the glass was Alice's ugly remark
the portion of duty and the rugged smile, of cautions odd dour
the warts of urgency, the tarts of hark
issued the timid, the notice went to the future worth
hell's fame for a needy penny
scoured hair, marks for the tea in the presence
of another curse, of liberty
this ashed traitor is ready and lasting...
where to wear a rubber smile at the lake...?
is your hand so craven, that you didn't notice the culprit, of gaiety?
the which in the stitch of time, the driven saliva to your maker
of a spare tongue, the terror of business with a spate anxiety
here is the answer to a torch in copious love with a climbing...
stupidity is a far away city of callous misery, form a bothering dread
breed in the shadows, the institution of courtesy hindering...
is a language of dominion found with an eclectic headful of said...?
flowers of justice in the corner of my run for angels of blessing
the travail of curiosity over the bridges of time, is a creature of silence
the act of possession and the tarter horror from the passed question
is your eye of whether the lip of courage of a new kick of passion?
does this thumb smell like pursuing lords owed youthful...?
can this cringing tear in the praise of a critique be of a hardship...
have the collected sincerity of patience of reality to fool...?
an elemental kiss with a miracle in toe, the miracle was a guessing...
history for a fly in your heart
the fan to buzz, and know a meandering route
the ointment says those eggs will smart...
terror from a brand new can opener
the tall tale of a succinct audacity of lust inked?
worth's and practice of a government laundered...?
by the proper show of diligence, the sincerity winked
the brazen mile of secluded irony
in the fact of usage of a calling bird
the tarter the pressure in mind to find
is your patience with more of a head of grace paced then heard?
broken in, the glass was Alice's ugly remark
the portion of duty and the rugged smile, of cautions odd dour
the warts of urgency, the tarts of hark
issued the timid, the notice went to the future worth
hell's fame for a needy penny
scoured hair, marks for the tea in the presence
of another curse, of liberty
this ashed traitor is ready and lasting...
where to wear a rubber smile at the lake...?
is your hand so craven, that you didn't notice the culprit, of gaiety?
the which in the stitch of time, the driven saliva to your maker
of a spare tongue, the terror of business with a spate anxiety
here is the answer to a torch in copious love with a climbing...
stupidity is a far away city of callous misery, form a bothering dread
breed in the shadows, the institution of courtesy hindering...
is a language of dominion found with an eclectic headful of said...?
flowers of justice in the corner of my run for angels of blessing
the travail of curiosity over the bridges of time, is a creature of silence
the act of possession and the tarter horror from the passed question
is your eye of whether the lip of courage of a new kick of passion?
does this thumb smell like pursuing lords owed youthful...?
can this cringing tear in the praise of a critique be of a hardship...
have the collected sincerity of patience of reality to fool...?
an elemental kiss with a miracle in toe, the miracle was a guessing...
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The Jungle Of Power And Airing Kind, Aptrician...
The Jungle Of Power And Airing Kind, Aptrician...