WINE AND GATES
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pink fame, in the name of a stink
the labor of delves for the running self
the power to judge the blue of souls, in a wink
the toes of heard burden in the form of hardship to little
killing the bug is optional
the leaving of silk in the place of sigh's of done
thoughts on the skill of chaste, if not churched welfare
the penny in the fountain is more than enough, come...
God in the delight of the hill's
God in the spill of sunshine on the steps of means
God in the still of prayer of nights that have to ill
God in the might of spurilous kisses in the shame
just who is the party for?
the toes of excellence show another guest, in the breath of form
the tout of a knuckle, the bone to prescience for a sophisticated word
the play of being in the push of unity for a second wind of the norm
should a music in the clue of a closet, survive the oppressive heat?
could a merciful key in the night have a little elbow grease to get safely in?
would a faery God mother give you kisses, when all you have is politeness to eat?
jude fork over the greens, the hairy way, with a sword of a chance in the end
a queen of mayonaisse, says little for a needy soup...
a queen of apple pie, says grace for a merciful wand...
a queen of raspberries, says must for a heady fool...
a queen of mustard, says ought for a catchy tongue...
the walk of the land, for an eye that responds to home
the future is a cool lip to serve with the liberty of same
these shoes of better instinct, virtue and intuition come
is your face a fame of duties to the summation of a better name?
the labor of delves for the running self
the power to judge the blue of souls, in a wink
the toes of heard burden in the form of hardship to little
killing the bug is optional
the leaving of silk in the place of sigh's of done
thoughts on the skill of chaste, if not churched welfare
the penny in the fountain is more than enough, come...
God in the delight of the hill's
God in the spill of sunshine on the steps of means
God in the still of prayer of nights that have to ill
God in the might of spurilous kisses in the shame
just who is the party for?
the toes of excellence show another guest, in the breath of form
the tout of a knuckle, the bone to prescience for a sophisticated word
the play of being in the push of unity for a second wind of the norm
should a music in the clue of a closet, survive the oppressive heat?
could a merciful key in the night have a little elbow grease to get safely in?
would a faery God mother give you kisses, when all you have is politeness to eat?
jude fork over the greens, the hairy way, with a sword of a chance in the end
a queen of mayonaisse, says little for a needy soup...
a queen of apple pie, says grace for a merciful wand...
a queen of raspberries, says must for a heady fool...
a queen of mustard, says ought for a catchy tongue...
the walk of the land, for an eye that responds to home
the future is a cool lip to serve with the liberty of same
these shoes of better instinct, virtue and intuition come
is your face a fame of duties to the summation of a better name?
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