WINE AND GATES
If You Can Make Sense, Its Probably Yours
anti, tremendous
the take to talk, the open words
of a livid kiss in the terror, to discuss
the explanations of worthier lips heard...
native to such, the works of sin
this ironic kissing is made from the seems
of life in the sourness we have, the mold, the lend
of things greater than ourselves, passion in the limbs...
space, tenacity
the wall you made in the stars, the kindly
is your method of society, in love with me
your king, your has, the hurry of biding for time seen
native to much, the bird of liberty in our magnificent hands
for a moment then gone and done, the luck of a sincerity
is this question of skills and the silk of unity to lands?
the place and the care of anon's, now's virginity?
shame, galaxy's
where the dim known and redress of guidance to a truer need
is for the quiet misery in the salt, of enemies
with a charge of since and season, the pace of requiem's seed
native as lust, the marriage of condition
in the bribe of sanity that came in the door for you
is a lividity of sense as the world grooms a tooth of wind?
that has the youth of delirium for a stranger, where we are the collected soon...
and, lover's
creation for a shivering need in the caress of naked emotion
the notion of futures with a back of songs and the head of destiny, does
the slap of jealousy of a lord, that knew the first of many heeds to come
the take to talk, the open words
of a livid kiss in the terror, to discuss
the explanations of worthier lips heard...
native to such, the works of sin
this ironic kissing is made from the seems
of life in the sourness we have, the mold, the lend
of things greater than ourselves, passion in the limbs...
space, tenacity
the wall you made in the stars, the kindly
is your method of society, in love with me
your king, your has, the hurry of biding for time seen
native to much, the bird of liberty in our magnificent hands
for a moment then gone and done, the luck of a sincerity
is this question of skills and the silk of unity to lands?
the place and the care of anon's, now's virginity?
shame, galaxy's
where the dim known and redress of guidance to a truer need
is for the quiet misery in the salt, of enemies
with a charge of since and season, the pace of requiem's seed
native as lust, the marriage of condition
in the bribe of sanity that came in the door for you
is a lividity of sense as the world grooms a tooth of wind?
that has the youth of delirium for a stranger, where we are the collected soon...
and, lover's
creation for a shivering need in the caress of naked emotion
the notion of futures with a back of songs and the head of destiny, does
the slap of jealousy of a lord, that knew the first of many heeds to come
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If You Can Make Sense, Its Probably Yours
If You Can Make Sense, Its Probably Yours
