WINE AND GATES
The Taste Is Copper To A Curious Toe?
poor to myself?
liberal example of a nose and the truth in a held word
these are yours, the shoes of dilemma are mine, a personal wealth?
that has the selection of rage for the age offered, not the thunder of guile heard
would you ask a king if he wishes upon a version's cloth?
can a soul of vision, know the turn of suggestion for a crazed means?
will my certainty for a dole of charisma be the can't of guards that ask's wrath?
is the toil of credence so literal, that we don't notice the days of seem's?
your chin for a saying of destiny and the credit of youth
in the reign of notoriety we arranged for the needy kind of here and now
the yearning of liberty is with a calling fate, for the dimness of sense to be truth
in these shares of season and the reality of a lucre to keep, here is how...
images of earning the size of the words, the matter is a lover of could in sigh's of best
not the candor of an august whole to remember for a litany of shame and the anima of terror
we have searched, we have been kept abreast, we have approached sincerity for life's test
the answer seems to be a caught response in the form of a kiss of reason, silence ever harried
pounding hearts would with its blessing, the reaction of days come and gone
if but a beauty, this is your eye for the knowledge of grace and existence
then in with, held to done, thought the guest of derision for a moment of some
this mystery of callous natures, is for the sameness of can, the being of what lends
a head with a noted chemistry, should
not as a waking boat of reasons for virtue are, the eye of simplicity is known frequently
for the care of succinctness, as any will the labor of cause under the needs of who'd
your catch of absolution for a neglecting not, or my abandon of service to life's entity
shame was here
the reach of another swallowing wind in the corner of your eye
taken for naked, saked for requiems of false cheer
we know the spill of tyranny no other nor greater foreout the very lips that would
liberal example of a nose and the truth in a held word
these are yours, the shoes of dilemma are mine, a personal wealth?
that has the selection of rage for the age offered, not the thunder of guile heard
would you ask a king if he wishes upon a version's cloth?
can a soul of vision, know the turn of suggestion for a crazed means?
will my certainty for a dole of charisma be the can't of guards that ask's wrath?
is the toil of credence so literal, that we don't notice the days of seem's?
your chin for a saying of destiny and the credit of youth
in the reign of notoriety we arranged for the needy kind of here and now
the yearning of liberty is with a calling fate, for the dimness of sense to be truth
in these shares of season and the reality of a lucre to keep, here is how...
images of earning the size of the words, the matter is a lover of could in sigh's of best
not the candor of an august whole to remember for a litany of shame and the anima of terror
we have searched, we have been kept abreast, we have approached sincerity for life's test
the answer seems to be a caught response in the form of a kiss of reason, silence ever harried
pounding hearts would with its blessing, the reaction of days come and gone
if but a beauty, this is your eye for the knowledge of grace and existence
then in with, held to done, thought the guest of derision for a moment of some
this mystery of callous natures, is for the sameness of can, the being of what lends
a head with a noted chemistry, should
not as a waking boat of reasons for virtue are, the eye of simplicity is known frequently
for the care of succinctness, as any will the labor of cause under the needs of who'd
your catch of absolution for a neglecting not, or my abandon of service to life's entity
shame was here
the reach of another swallowing wind in the corner of your eye
taken for naked, saked for requiems of false cheer
we know the spill of tyranny no other nor greater foreout the very lips that would
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The Taste Is Copper To A Curious Toe?
The Taste Is Copper To A Curious Toe?
