WINE AND GATES
Mint,Marjoram With Hyssop Made Youngsters?
good tidings
in the mirrors reflection, do I care?
the ripeness of yesterday for a neighborly ink
in the corner of my save, where?
responding to the formal letter
the reasons vary, the tone of my voice
was a stranger fish in the river
the doting message of reason is finding the bottom a choice
greatness of a monument to history
in my knee to first seed, the day is meant for a lip
isn't the call of unity in our sides, a wishing fury?
your guarantee is as good as a Hippocrates
corrected sigh's
thought the tooth of anguish a mellow fire
the sands of process were in the slyness of the sky
requiem is a metal, the reach of a fine wire...?
succor with a juice?
purity in the teachings of another egg?
the conscience of truth to fend for a smitten woman?
in the benign welfare of a silence, the thought to seek a beg?
time loves those who help them, selection
when figures of callous shreds of decency is a placated finger
the eyes of seldom to the fore, we know a best of imitigation
together in the waters of worth in the breeds of nature to linger
case you didn't notice, the penny of a prayer is still a knee
the roundness of my eye, the bird of foolery is a stranger with a key
in the shine of silver and abreast example of the moon to see
we are, if not, the signature of a related liberty...
speaking of which, who to form is the breath of binding in the still night?
the devil, is yearning to seek, the bread of communion in a lot of since
in the superiority of such, the beauty of muses in the mercy of might
isn't the tooth of resplendency the gift of future winds...
a pale trodden ship known only for a salt
taken with a pouting silence in the still remembered patience we keep
issues of dilemmas in universal sates and the fate of realization of fault
does this granted ask of death, begin here, for an eye to seep?
in the mirrors reflection, do I care?
the ripeness of yesterday for a neighborly ink
in the corner of my save, where?
responding to the formal letter
the reasons vary, the tone of my voice
was a stranger fish in the river
the doting message of reason is finding the bottom a choice
greatness of a monument to history
in my knee to first seed, the day is meant for a lip
isn't the call of unity in our sides, a wishing fury?
your guarantee is as good as a Hippocrates
corrected sigh's
thought the tooth of anguish a mellow fire
the sands of process were in the slyness of the sky
requiem is a metal, the reach of a fine wire...?
succor with a juice?
purity in the teachings of another egg?
the conscience of truth to fend for a smitten woman?
in the benign welfare of a silence, the thought to seek a beg?
time loves those who help them, selection
when figures of callous shreds of decency is a placated finger
the eyes of seldom to the fore, we know a best of imitigation
together in the waters of worth in the breeds of nature to linger
case you didn't notice, the penny of a prayer is still a knee
the roundness of my eye, the bird of foolery is a stranger with a key
in the shine of silver and abreast example of the moon to see
we are, if not, the signature of a related liberty...
speaking of which, who to form is the breath of binding in the still night?
the devil, is yearning to seek, the bread of communion in a lot of since
in the superiority of such, the beauty of muses in the mercy of might
isn't the tooth of resplendency the gift of future winds...
a pale trodden ship known only for a salt
taken with a pouting silence in the still remembered patience we keep
issues of dilemmas in universal sates and the fate of realization of fault
does this granted ask of death, begin here, for an eye to seep?
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Mint,Marjoram With Hyssop Made Youngsters?
Mint,Marjoram With Hyssop Made Youngsters?
