WINE AND GATES
Secret Rendezvous Or Reeking Superiority
stone of the people
the words to live by
the think of the known turn of sexual
places to trade a smile for a fresh eye
the tough in the brief, the steel of a honorable devil
really the deal, of silence in your best knuckle
the toil of guards to the fore, of a being and little
way with the tears of a dying sense, in the palm of your, hell
also a fire...
but dancing puts it out
of its mind, the trait of superior sulking, the first of denial
is a climbing stead for the best of what has an angry pout?
the role of a keeping wish in the wind
with a pressure of seldom to its eye, the thought of nuance
is a requiem of salt, in the passing of a labor again
the tarry of yonder passion for the sake of asking, is a deed of chance
why then does a rubbed chin name the wind portion?
nobody wants that reason for a quiet time with an enemy
then to when, we see the deem of solutions for the dictation of a savage poem
that begins in the behest of best ideas, and ends with a dour whimsy
have you tried the drink yet, comes the response
for your this and that, is a burden to future fates, as we know a concern in the sated
places for love invariably, seek the blessing of days here, not the each of a musts haunt
your flaming liberty in the fair share of history, is a can's irk of since waited
haven't you seen the sky change, for a little more kissing?
kind to the order of things to come, isn't the skip of the land a sigh?
wasn't the sorts of timidity the notion to finish the meal of wishing?
in the store of salvation which can be, is not the world a patient wry?
penny for your ought's
if not your assumption in the sought
we are the romance of sincerity to come, if not by the lots
the liberty of questions made to the blindness of what?
the words to live by
the think of the known turn of sexual
places to trade a smile for a fresh eye
the tough in the brief, the steel of a honorable devil
really the deal, of silence in your best knuckle
the toil of guards to the fore, of a being and little
way with the tears of a dying sense, in the palm of your, hell
also a fire...
but dancing puts it out
of its mind, the trait of superior sulking, the first of denial
is a climbing stead for the best of what has an angry pout?
the role of a keeping wish in the wind
with a pressure of seldom to its eye, the thought of nuance
is a requiem of salt, in the passing of a labor again
the tarry of yonder passion for the sake of asking, is a deed of chance
why then does a rubbed chin name the wind portion?
nobody wants that reason for a quiet time with an enemy
then to when, we see the deem of solutions for the dictation of a savage poem
that begins in the behest of best ideas, and ends with a dour whimsy
have you tried the drink yet, comes the response
for your this and that, is a burden to future fates, as we know a concern in the sated
places for love invariably, seek the blessing of days here, not the each of a musts haunt
your flaming liberty in the fair share of history, is a can's irk of since waited
haven't you seen the sky change, for a little more kissing?
kind to the order of things to come, isn't the skip of the land a sigh?
wasn't the sorts of timidity the notion to finish the meal of wishing?
in the store of salvation which can be, is not the world a patient wry?
penny for your ought's
if not your assumption in the sought
we are the romance of sincerity to come, if not by the lots
the liberty of questions made to the blindness of what?
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Secret Rendezvous Or Reeking Superiority
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