WINE AND GATES
Poor Cares, Foreign Stares, Wool Lair's, Fair's?
estranged from the dour?
working for the man in the lore?
sinking a tooth in the calm, for a special worth?
cliquing with a salty excuse for Sid, mention the corn
rages of sullen chin, in the skirting misery with a smile
the lacking sentience is a bowing man, with a soul's right
the strange news of dirt in the eye, is yours the wise, for a hello
the culture of sense is in the kind we appreciate with a might
time for a toes worry, the candor of sulking in the certain
the torrid face of collusion with a burden on the hip, swells
for your years, the stain of glass and the magic in the toil, etc...
why the poison instinct for a fruit, the smile went to hell
liberty for a boat in the range of a voice, succumbs
is the havoc you make, the reality of a shrewd when and the soul of again?
this esoteric nut, isn't a have with a whole that dumbs
risk the clouds for the spirit of lessons and examples, the smell of winks?
like a saint of exaction, the need of guidance and the stir of energies unseen
is a place of questions and the answers of jude, to quell the life
of a curiosity in the stare of causes, this worm is for the care of a seen...
the tale of sanity and the dread of heraldry to find, the cope of a new time
why did you choose water for a simplicity?
the talk of consciences is found in the sitting of an age older than you
the works you made for a fruit, are a still thriving nature of entity
your eyes, the can of sincerity in the wind, complete to reasons soon
working for the man in the lore?
sinking a tooth in the calm, for a special worth?
cliquing with a salty excuse for Sid, mention the corn
rages of sullen chin, in the skirting misery with a smile
the lacking sentience is a bowing man, with a soul's right
the strange news of dirt in the eye, is yours the wise, for a hello
the culture of sense is in the kind we appreciate with a might
time for a toes worry, the candor of sulking in the certain
the torrid face of collusion with a burden on the hip, swells
for your years, the stain of glass and the magic in the toil, etc...
why the poison instinct for a fruit, the smile went to hell
liberty for a boat in the range of a voice, succumbs
is the havoc you make, the reality of a shrewd when and the soul of again?
this esoteric nut, isn't a have with a whole that dumbs
risk the clouds for the spirit of lessons and examples, the smell of winks?
like a saint of exaction, the need of guidance and the stir of energies unseen
is a place of questions and the answers of jude, to quell the life
of a curiosity in the stare of causes, this worm is for the care of a seen...
the tale of sanity and the dread of heraldry to find, the cope of a new time
why did you choose water for a simplicity?
the talk of consciences is found in the sitting of an age older than you
the works you made for a fruit, are a still thriving nature of entity
your eyes, the can of sincerity in the wind, complete to reasons soon
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Poor Cares, Foreign Stares, Wool Lair`s, Fair`s?
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