WINE AND GATES
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birds that love you
when if is a rose by any thorn
the devil and the deep blown...
mayonnaise tastes like a worn...
suppose a pocket has a surly name
the taste of money and the mystery of tongues
is a walk in the prayers of shame...
they understood the bastion of mastering the haunt
bread for the mustard, bananas for the mint
skip to my lore, the sound of vengeance in a can
brides of vows know the vantage of sigh's to rend
the play of light that makes us a panic...
creep...?
upon the nose of dissuasion is a look of need
for a mine that shares the irony you seek
dim knowledge of a logic in the flash of she'd?
sorry, but the truth followed me home
at airs, the condition of wishes for sinch's of some
in the presence of a cold stare at the thought of known
your guess is as good as mind, the bleary eyes of from
strength, the deem of a social drive for not with standing
length, as a hero of soberer intent of kind, for a moment of sense
think, the motion of courage in the sands of travail that come, for a land
rings, and the mention of fruit in the notoriety of subjects honored against
where have the birds all gone?
the one in my lap, the one in my hap, of sullen justice for a living
reality of a new muse in the fate of anger that bids a wrong
to the being of destruction that has a soul that is measured in receiving...
a year of horses and the causes of worth on the back of a hand
is this house of reason a metal in the shine of the sun or its kind
the where with all of ought, the groom of patience is a myriad land
there is your try at a garden, where the teeth of birds make early rhymes
when if is a rose by any thorn
the devil and the deep blown...
mayonnaise tastes like a worn...
suppose a pocket has a surly name
the taste of money and the mystery of tongues
is a walk in the prayers of shame...
they understood the bastion of mastering the haunt
bread for the mustard, bananas for the mint
skip to my lore, the sound of vengeance in a can
brides of vows know the vantage of sigh's to rend
the play of light that makes us a panic...
creep...?
upon the nose of dissuasion is a look of need
for a mine that shares the irony you seek
dim knowledge of a logic in the flash of she'd?
sorry, but the truth followed me home
at airs, the condition of wishes for sinch's of some
in the presence of a cold stare at the thought of known
your guess is as good as mind, the bleary eyes of from
strength, the deem of a social drive for not with standing
length, as a hero of soberer intent of kind, for a moment of sense
think, the motion of courage in the sands of travail that come, for a land
rings, and the mention of fruit in the notoriety of subjects honored against
where have the birds all gone?
the one in my lap, the one in my hap, of sullen justice for a living
reality of a new muse in the fate of anger that bids a wrong
to the being of destruction that has a soul that is measured in receiving...
a year of horses and the causes of worth on the back of a hand
is this house of reason a metal in the shine of the sun or its kind
the where with all of ought, the groom of patience is a myriad land
there is your try at a garden, where the teeth of birds make early rhymes
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Did You Notice An Appetite For ... ?
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