WINE AND GATES
Plastic Wants To Know What' Sos Peculiar?
life in the jungle
silly feet in love, the waking sate
the skip of sincerity, for a ship in the hall
the walking cat, their sneeze, the brass of fate?
acids and the ark of a homage, in your future
the life of tin, the surety of aching with asking irony?
time to the shape of things to court, the sake of torture
silence in the sore eyes of salt, these dragons swear at pity?
improbable is
the tinier the sake of rage, the more we feed
the stir of anger, in the skill of lips
this is the strange of need, the turn of causes to she'd
life in the tears...
of a labor in the survival of a grass
the culture of sunshine and the driven culp of moons
is your final thought, for your ears to hush
bread in your lap, the mystery of a friend hap
the signs of gestures in the sour may, we remind is a hymn
in a laughing kind of soul, the beckoning of a recent apt...
clash of furies, in the simplicity of consideration, sin
like a herald of questions to the mastery of a calling bird...
reality for the since, of seasons of should, in the sitting of etc...
complete to complexity of suppose, the trite answer was a mercy to gird...
the ancient lord of misery, has moved to generosity of directions...
plums are a gesture of horns, that fed upon your's...
oranges are a pale scare, of divinity, in the share of egress, told...
celery is a generality of salt, in solution for a push on the intuition, mores
of witnessed clever whole, the mystery of a marriage that souled
a player with a stone to throw, wants to know...
is your home, in the rescue of a dismal light, for the secrecy
of a curious, smile of mete, not the egg to love
been the shape of courage in your ascension to intimacy...
silly feet in love, the waking sate
the skip of sincerity, for a ship in the hall
the walking cat, their sneeze, the brass of fate?
acids and the ark of a homage, in your future
the life of tin, the surety of aching with asking irony?
time to the shape of things to court, the sake of torture
silence in the sore eyes of salt, these dragons swear at pity?
improbable is
the tinier the sake of rage, the more we feed
the stir of anger, in the skill of lips
this is the strange of need, the turn of causes to she'd
life in the tears...
of a labor in the survival of a grass
the culture of sunshine and the driven culp of moons
is your final thought, for your ears to hush
bread in your lap, the mystery of a friend hap
the signs of gestures in the sour may, we remind is a hymn
in a laughing kind of soul, the beckoning of a recent apt...
clash of furies, in the simplicity of consideration, sin
like a herald of questions to the mastery of a calling bird...
reality for the since, of seasons of should, in the sitting of etc...
complete to complexity of suppose, the trite answer was a mercy to gird...
the ancient lord of misery, has moved to generosity of directions...
plums are a gesture of horns, that fed upon your's...
oranges are a pale scare, of divinity, in the share of egress, told...
celery is a generality of salt, in solution for a push on the intuition, mores
of witnessed clever whole, the mystery of a marriage that souled
a player with a stone to throw, wants to know...
is your home, in the rescue of a dismal light, for the secrecy
of a curious, smile of mete, not the egg to love
been the shape of courage in your ascension to intimacy...
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Plastic Wants To Know What` Sos Peculiar?
Plastic Wants To Know What` Sos Peculiar?
