WINE AND GATES
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placated without the withheld reasons
may on kind, the patience of secluded irony
the terror of silence for the duress of seasons
time will become the aftermath of a lesson in beauty
omit to sit, the these of thirst
of a pageantry of sense, the open invitation of lot
the cue of sorrow isn't the tradition of hers
history is a lucre of suggestion made for nary the ought
mention the vitamin of cold urges, the wish is with a penny to devour
the reach of sublimation for out the count
of a new flower in the surreality of age before the dour
which has a leaving poise, to the quick of a notorious sordid ant
your family is on fire?
the tooth of a dragon is to be your inherancy?
purpose beyond, the light of a sincere kind of denial?
the taste of a sanity in your nostrils is to become the range of ecstasy?
perhaps pepper has a tooth ache
pertained for milk, this seems to be a sent rage
persuaded in the form of cheese, the truth is marriage with a fury in the make
pervasive regret of a stone, is to be the selection of a wisdom in pain?
home seems to be a disease
tomes of rangy voices seem to be a curt ideal
chrome is a day of lent breath, the route to a heart of eaves
loving the alien, we try the promise of individuality to heal
pursue a speed and the know the heed of kings
wait for a lump, and show the hours of a dreams
sink a tooth in a wiser arm, and think the truth that isolation brings
and wear the smile of another on yours, in the wind we can with what each seem's
may on kind, the patience of secluded irony
the terror of silence for the duress of seasons
time will become the aftermath of a lesson in beauty
omit to sit, the these of thirst
of a pageantry of sense, the open invitation of lot
the cue of sorrow isn't the tradition of hers
history is a lucre of suggestion made for nary the ought
mention the vitamin of cold urges, the wish is with a penny to devour
the reach of sublimation for out the count
of a new flower in the surreality of age before the dour
which has a leaving poise, to the quick of a notorious sordid ant
your family is on fire?
the tooth of a dragon is to be your inherancy?
purpose beyond, the light of a sincere kind of denial?
the taste of a sanity in your nostrils is to become the range of ecstasy?
perhaps pepper has a tooth ache
pertained for milk, this seems to be a sent rage
persuaded in the form of cheese, the truth is marriage with a fury in the make
pervasive regret of a stone, is to be the selection of a wisdom in pain?
home seems to be a disease
tomes of rangy voices seem to be a curt ideal
chrome is a day of lent breath, the route to a heart of eaves
loving the alien, we try the promise of individuality to heal
pursue a speed and the know the heed of kings
wait for a lump, and show the hours of a dreams
sink a tooth in a wiser arm, and think the truth that isolation brings
and wear the smile of another on yours, in the wind we can with what each seem's
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