WINE AND GATES
Choices Beyond 50, Grace The Shame ...?
hap, to the fury you call a home
nap, for the right side of condition
lap, put to the test, for an our that some's
sap, worth the liberty in the condition we made, for a soul sublimation
hate, in the sour way your skill, has a deem of salt
nate, the stir of angry echoes for you, the since in the sit
late, for the sincerity of charity, in the riddance of scurrilous fault
sate, shown for the stare of a shade, the stranger the worth, the more the lip
fish for the brown rice, the suds make a laugh the sin
maybe an arse of can, is a question to the panic where it smarts?
these lives in the share of golden method of the knowing, win
of a ball in the same side as a judge, the hurt of what arts...
wish, upon a star that said the shrill reckoning of a glue
know the wind, for your hearth and the shard of a poison pot
the candor of wives, the wandering husband of images in this honor, due
a slumbering face in the dew of misery, is a place to finish the odd?
wake young moment with a mundane kiss, the news is awful...
time in the stride of somber now, the politeness of a power in teeth
to know the caress of interest for the duty in the belly of all
your guess is as good as mine what a conscience is, for the hand neither
bet your pill is better, philosophy in the gage
of tender angels with an anger in the ankles
where we know the life of a song, to keep in the strange
of a fallen prophet of sigh's, lies, wry's, and denye's, the hell
nap, for the right side of condition
lap, put to the test, for an our that some's
sap, worth the liberty in the condition we made, for a soul sublimation
hate, in the sour way your skill, has a deem of salt
nate, the stir of angry echoes for you, the since in the sit
late, for the sincerity of charity, in the riddance of scurrilous fault
sate, shown for the stare of a shade, the stranger the worth, the more the lip
fish for the brown rice, the suds make a laugh the sin
maybe an arse of can, is a question to the panic where it smarts?
these lives in the share of golden method of the knowing, win
of a ball in the same side as a judge, the hurt of what arts...
wish, upon a star that said the shrill reckoning of a glue
know the wind, for your hearth and the shard of a poison pot
the candor of wives, the wandering husband of images in this honor, due
a slumbering face in the dew of misery, is a place to finish the odd?
wake young moment with a mundane kiss, the news is awful...
time in the stride of somber now, the politeness of a power in teeth
to know the caress of interest for the duty in the belly of all
your guess is as good as mine what a conscience is, for the hand neither
bet your pill is better, philosophy in the gage
of tender angels with an anger in the ankles
where we know the life of a song, to keep in the strange
of a fallen prophet of sigh's, lies, wry's, and denye's, the hell
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Choices Beyond 50, Grace The Shame ...?
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