WINE AND GATES
As One Occidental, Who Heaven The Dolls?
praise the dragon?
is your belly for a salt, the tendency in the causes
of a further since, the right works like we are, a wagon
these are the phantom of what odds, some laws
cancelling the pain, the patience is your lasting hand want's?
these are the skill of vegetables and the come of kinds sense
thinking but a lard, we have the right of sandy cant's
thin to end, the miracle of dominion for a select few, this haunt's
noah and the simplicity of a gaining rainbow
the stir of a heroine is in the imagination of doles and the hardship of potency
thank you, those
the mirror was enough of a stroke of genius to know a lip in ordeals of autonomy
females with a punked ant of a nose?
Indians with a hardly ever scene, total of crying?
the liberty in the skirting of a sameness, for the stature of owes?
your sin, not my dragon of lying...
when in a living salt, to fend for a crushed hand of worth
the curiosity of an angry man, is in the care of a dead momentiality
like an angels with a curt trust, we collect a tongue in the candor of earth
of a life with a silence for you, the rigor meagerly for the climb of a sunship...
your not dour yet
the tribulation of cold fortunes and the skill of a driven neglect of reason
in your side long stare at a murder, the bolder the age of regret
the more we know the levity in the son, the marriage of condition of easy winds...
is your belly for a salt, the tendency in the causes
of a further since, the right works like we are, a wagon
these are the phantom of what odds, some laws
cancelling the pain, the patience is your lasting hand want's?
these are the skill of vegetables and the come of kinds sense
thinking but a lard, we have the right of sandy cant's
thin to end, the miracle of dominion for a select few, this haunt's
noah and the simplicity of a gaining rainbow
the stir of a heroine is in the imagination of doles and the hardship of potency
thank you, those
the mirror was enough of a stroke of genius to know a lip in ordeals of autonomy
females with a punked ant of a nose?
Indians with a hardly ever scene, total of crying?
the liberty in the skirting of a sameness, for the stature of owes?
your sin, not my dragon of lying...
when in a living salt, to fend for a crushed hand of worth
the curiosity of an angry man, is in the care of a dead momentiality
like an angels with a curt trust, we collect a tongue in the candor of earth
of a life with a silence for you, the rigor meagerly for the climb of a sunship...
your not dour yet
the tribulation of cold fortunes and the skill of a driven neglect of reason
in your side long stare at a murder, the bolder the age of regret
the more we know the levity in the son, the marriage of condition of easy winds...
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As One Occidental, Who Heaven The Dolls?
As One Occidental, Who Heaven The Dolls?