WINE AND GATES
Sated With Patience For Sugar, Boulderdash
hats off
to the stare of a millineum
quiet was the surface of a smile, love
the still fortune of heed for either
yours smelled a bit like a berry...
the future of solemn promise for pressures unseen
the tooth of final vagueness, is a labor in the harrowing
power to the pipe of silence, in the waking sound of keen...
time with a proper worthiness, to attest
the column of spice in your have and have not
the reason of courage in the spirit of a question
the logic in a handshake, the tout of quaintness for the odd
alcohol, on the verge of senses, that come to these
anecdote, the sour role of hedonism, for the security of a sneeze
tin to the spire of wind, the lovers of jade, will note, the anger in he's
the total of a jarring honor in the sincerity of a liberty
your bloody nose, your imagination of service to an ideal
is made in the nape of a shared moment to deliver the news
the tact of ventures in the stir of ought is, the mays of domain in the weal
is a lover of the trying of a door, in the curiosity of a kissed woman
instinct for a said regret, the tarry of honor is with a flower
the take of unity in the stir of anger that comes, the stimulation of kind
this is the arogancy of a milestone in the province, of a sweeter power
than you, the stare of a lucid cause, is with a treasured and succinct trying
to the stare of a millineum
quiet was the surface of a smile, love
the still fortune of heed for either
yours smelled a bit like a berry...
the future of solemn promise for pressures unseen
the tooth of final vagueness, is a labor in the harrowing
power to the pipe of silence, in the waking sound of keen...
time with a proper worthiness, to attest
the column of spice in your have and have not
the reason of courage in the spirit of a question
the logic in a handshake, the tout of quaintness for the odd
alcohol, on the verge of senses, that come to these
anecdote, the sour role of hedonism, for the security of a sneeze
tin to the spire of wind, the lovers of jade, will note, the anger in he's
the total of a jarring honor in the sincerity of a liberty
your bloody nose, your imagination of service to an ideal
is made in the nape of a shared moment to deliver the news
the tact of ventures in the stir of ought is, the mays of domain in the weal
is a lover of the trying of a door, in the curiosity of a kissed woman
instinct for a said regret, the tarry of honor is with a flower
the take of unity in the stir of anger that comes, the stimulation of kind
this is the arogancy of a milestone in the province, of a sweeter power
than you, the stare of a lucid cause, is with a treasured and succinct trying
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Sated With Patience For Sugar, Boulderdash
Sated With Patience For Sugar, Boulderdash
