WINE AND GATES
Vitamin Empire And The Fate Of An Apple?
and the bells in the steeple...
the risen and needy
in the church of precise love, is all
to a weary mind, with a glare at the seedy
instinct for your countryman, the still lip
of a woman with a shadow to excuse her kisses
the war with a salty remorse, in the stir of anger and hip
is a law to the nature of penchance and the pass of issues
here is your star, the panic of dim and antipathy of children
the rage of more, is in your sin
the taste of clues to the fortune and the tenth of the city of lights
in the skirting misery we knew, the limits of complexity for a kin
silence is your law, worth the ordeal, not the odd
the same as yesterday, the change of estimation into esteem
the liking and the psyche of a blind man that saw
the gifts of hell in your mouth, the passion of worlds to deem
when of a salt, your needs are first
simple as that, the future of selfish lips of chance
that know the curt energies of wishes to be, a heart to burst
the clash of demonstration and the are of honor in the pretense of haunts
is a laboring smile your fish and bread, the drink of witnesses
is all and envy, to the lips of a new lover
and the ache of hurt eye - is a dilemma of blesses
made for me, the risks of dimness of the youth, ever...
the risen and needy
in the church of precise love, is all
to a weary mind, with a glare at the seedy
instinct for your countryman, the still lip
of a woman with a shadow to excuse her kisses
the war with a salty remorse, in the stir of anger and hip
is a law to the nature of penchance and the pass of issues
here is your star, the panic of dim and antipathy of children
the rage of more, is in your sin
the taste of clues to the fortune and the tenth of the city of lights
in the skirting misery we knew, the limits of complexity for a kin
silence is your law, worth the ordeal, not the odd
the same as yesterday, the change of estimation into esteem
the liking and the psyche of a blind man that saw
the gifts of hell in your mouth, the passion of worlds to deem
when of a salt, your needs are first
simple as that, the future of selfish lips of chance
that know the curt energies of wishes to be, a heart to burst
the clash of demonstration and the are of honor in the pretense of haunts
is a laboring smile your fish and bread, the drink of witnesses
is all and envy, to the lips of a new lover
and the ache of hurt eye - is a dilemma of blesses
made for me, the risks of dimness of the youth, ever...
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Vitamin Empire And The Fate Of An Apple?
Vitamin Empire And The Fate Of An Apple?
