WINE AND GATES
Investing In Swim Liscense Is A Statue...?
came with the woods
the right to buy the lovers of sincerity the tooth of reason...
isn't the stirring of a burden with a heard tongue, good
time in the shadows of a sensitive world, the deem is in season...?
triumph of a silent borrow, in the turn of children to the since?
is the larger than life muse you put before me, the thing of talks
with a blind prophet, of a surprised babe to curtly finish the meal, amends
of a crashing star in the still of the night, we know the world rocks
but the song you chose, the life in the panic's dream
was a play of solitude, for the star to bleed, the thing of chance...
is a question to the nerves, thinking the seen with the play of instance, the demon
of cowardice is for the breads, the terror you made will be just fine, the time with ants...
rapes the soul...
persuasion and the take of a new night
is a travail of sincerity to fend for the some's, of old
that kiss will cost you the show, the jewel, the right...
to a marvelous skip of heart, the tried and the true for you
the wage of soda and the taste of a lye, is more than a body can handle
the cope of surreal on and the swindle of kinds, is made for the sampled stupidity
is this worthless sandwich, the means to an end... of should we devil...?
the stares of common navels in your fist
we include the stalking merit in the side, the prayer of unity to find
the worth of a calming survivor of the question of business with lent...
is this shadow of your, the craving for more than a reality of the times?
shame dwells deep for a man named gold...
the thought of silence in the adjunction of a morose meld
of answers to the days liberty, and the take of a religion to hold
in the stir of echoes that made us, if a resistance to fury's, of a tongue sold...
a city and time worth its name, the truth in every house
the times are a rigid eye, meant for the talking of youth and the praise of old
in the style of vestiges of chance, via greater voice than a plague of sounds
we are the sickness of journeyman worth a needier breath for a shy thought in the fold...
the right to buy the lovers of sincerity the tooth of reason...
isn't the stirring of a burden with a heard tongue, good
time in the shadows of a sensitive world, the deem is in season...?
triumph of a silent borrow, in the turn of children to the since?
is the larger than life muse you put before me, the thing of talks
with a blind prophet, of a surprised babe to curtly finish the meal, amends
of a crashing star in the still of the night, we know the world rocks
but the song you chose, the life in the panic's dream
was a play of solitude, for the star to bleed, the thing of chance...
is a question to the nerves, thinking the seen with the play of instance, the demon
of cowardice is for the breads, the terror you made will be just fine, the time with ants...
rapes the soul...
persuasion and the take of a new night
is a travail of sincerity to fend for the some's, of old
that kiss will cost you the show, the jewel, the right...
to a marvelous skip of heart, the tried and the true for you
the wage of soda and the taste of a lye, is more than a body can handle
the cope of surreal on and the swindle of kinds, is made for the sampled stupidity
is this worthless sandwich, the means to an end... of should we devil...?
the stares of common navels in your fist
we include the stalking merit in the side, the prayer of unity to find
the worth of a calming survivor of the question of business with lent...
is this shadow of your, the craving for more than a reality of the times?
shame dwells deep for a man named gold...
the thought of silence in the adjunction of a morose meld
of answers to the days liberty, and the take of a religion to hold
in the stir of echoes that made us, if a resistance to fury's, of a tongue sold...
a city and time worth its name, the truth in every house
the times are a rigid eye, meant for the talking of youth and the praise of old
in the style of vestiges of chance, via greater voice than a plague of sounds
we are the sickness of journeyman worth a needier breath for a shy thought in the fold...
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Investing In Swim Liscense Is A Statue...?
Investing In Swim Liscense Is A Statue...?
