WINE AND GATES
Silver Or Sliver, the Glue Under Green (Usa...)
bridges of disdain, strange...
the lucky coin, the mint in the window
the curiosity of a Cain?
the place for sincerity was, out side in the rain, old
is a metaphor for succor on the left side of ordeals to win
is a place of endearing holds of guarantee's and the cause of youth
is a palm to finish the details of uniqueness with a wholesome kin
is a tradition of kind in the wake of a boat of couth
the role of ink and the snub of triumphs or bastions
the water is a marvel of conditions of a new light
in the scare of carrots and carob, the bite for saccharine
is a logic in the kink of a new bride to be, the nightly might?
born to this?
whorin' for a question of the ages?
warrin' for a lip to quietly kiss?
scarrin' the toes of rarity of rages...
born to this
the world at my fingertips, for a strange court of suicide
the warmth of seclusion of the simplest of kindnesses, is a fist
the scare of a lifetime of somes and sames of religion has shown, shied
spry was your enemy, for a date and a care in the sound of...
of liberty to wish upon sanes of courage in which you were found, the heart of pounds
of an inner care, the luck of a single cigarette was more than an unction proud
you infamy has become a duty in the stare of a new generation, to know for howed
the dogs of war...
the mete of retaliation in the voice of candor so far
we collected your burden with a solemn jaw...
and still the Adam of your desires was a place to start...
penny for a mosquito with an overgrown ...
the machine you made was a liking yawn
the laugh in the middle of the road, is a place of curiosity
for ours, the token of a speed in your hand, a ponds...
the lucky coin, the mint in the window
the curiosity of a Cain?
the place for sincerity was, out side in the rain, old
is a metaphor for succor on the left side of ordeals to win
is a place of endearing holds of guarantee's and the cause of youth
is a palm to finish the details of uniqueness with a wholesome kin
is a tradition of kind in the wake of a boat of couth
the role of ink and the snub of triumphs or bastions
the water is a marvel of conditions of a new light
in the scare of carrots and carob, the bite for saccharine
is a logic in the kink of a new bride to be, the nightly might?
born to this?
whorin' for a question of the ages?
warrin' for a lip to quietly kiss?
scarrin' the toes of rarity of rages...
born to this
the world at my fingertips, for a strange court of suicide
the warmth of seclusion of the simplest of kindnesses, is a fist
the scare of a lifetime of somes and sames of religion has shown, shied
spry was your enemy, for a date and a care in the sound of...
of liberty to wish upon sanes of courage in which you were found, the heart of pounds
of an inner care, the luck of a single cigarette was more than an unction proud
you infamy has become a duty in the stare of a new generation, to know for howed
the dogs of war...
the mete of retaliation in the voice of candor so far
we collected your burden with a solemn jaw...
and still the Adam of your desires was a place to start...
penny for a mosquito with an overgrown ...
the machine you made was a liking yawn
the laugh in the middle of the road, is a place of curiosity
for ours, the token of a speed in your hand, a ponds...
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Silver Or Sliver, the Glue Under Green (Usa...)
Silver Or Sliver, the Glue Under Green (Usa...)
