WINE AND GATES
Chips And Fish, Foxes, Eggs, Isn't Need Eyes?
along the river description...
a shoe of surfaces and the urges of honor
to find in the sigh's of deliberation
the soul for a patient fishing hole, catching the stir
lend of same hands, for a place in the grandiose scheme of things
the tale to be faired, the sound of a shrewd muse, to keep a brassing piety
the merit of since and amends hurt, the gift of need and its sense biding
the more we use the hands to delve, the more we note the dilemma of selves
prices above the heed, and the atrocity of another simple tongue amid
the tart entry of sovereign thought, to a liberty in the skip of sides
this choice in the chance of seasons, is a paradise the stone of a kind
think tranquility, know peace, see the sitting of a joy for when fright's...
passion in the fore, the taken doll and the haunting of an oil
these terrible nuances and the sheerness of monstrous fates
carry the stars for themselves, the sought eye is but a day whole
time with a bubble of a change, the still try of wishes in the price, of sates
pride is a fang, if you like the truth
the works of redemptive needs, and the neglect offered pining's hill
horses and men of a feather, should know the show, if not the youth
of a reality's button, how for a steady shadow of what will...
a shoe of surfaces and the urges of honor
to find in the sigh's of deliberation
the soul for a patient fishing hole, catching the stir
lend of same hands, for a place in the grandiose scheme of things
the tale to be faired, the sound of a shrewd muse, to keep a brassing piety
the merit of since and amends hurt, the gift of need and its sense biding
the more we use the hands to delve, the more we note the dilemma of selves
prices above the heed, and the atrocity of another simple tongue amid
the tart entry of sovereign thought, to a liberty in the skip of sides
this choice in the chance of seasons, is a paradise the stone of a kind
think tranquility, know peace, see the sitting of a joy for when fright's...
passion in the fore, the taken doll and the haunting of an oil
these terrible nuances and the sheerness of monstrous fates
carry the stars for themselves, the sought eye is but a day whole
time with a bubble of a change, the still try of wishes in the price, of sates
pride is a fang, if you like the truth
the works of redemptive needs, and the neglect offered pining's hill
horses and men of a feather, should know the show, if not the youth
of a reality's button, how for a steady shadow of what will...
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Chips And Fish, Foxes, Eggs, Isn`t Need Eyes?
Chips And Fish, Foxes, Eggs, Isn`t Need Eyes?
