WINE AND GATES
Shame In The Down And Out Way The Smiles...
ashes to paste, had
dust to sand, mores
smoke to fluid, shadow
ice to fire, thorough
go to hell, the wall was a face
worth the means of a dim now
the can't of hours with a spare enough place
for the thanks, is a reason in the question to allow?
how many egg's?
does it take for the chicken to cross its legs?
wind, and a palsy in the nose, where infidel's begin
is a sensible cant the reason of your tales wage?
clean, and the lye of the horizon
where a moon takes its part, and shows the world
what a bird can do, continue to find the wrong
with the lip of anxiety is a charge of what is a journey...
to fury's and the death of a knee
the mate of simplicity with the scare of severity
is an egg, the truth of the matter in keys?
is the truth, a rage of demonstration of a life's impunity?
perhaps you should, the walking of a dream into the milk of human kindness
married with a salt, the chance of seasons and the skip of edicts of war
the list of uniqueness is as long as the tongue of a hill and its bless
thank you, for a limit to the aim and the itch in a means to an end of your...
dust to sand, mores
smoke to fluid, shadow
ice to fire, thorough
go to hell, the wall was a face
worth the means of a dim now
the can't of hours with a spare enough place
for the thanks, is a reason in the question to allow?
how many egg's?
does it take for the chicken to cross its legs?
wind, and a palsy in the nose, where infidel's begin
is a sensible cant the reason of your tales wage?
clean, and the lye of the horizon
where a moon takes its part, and shows the world
what a bird can do, continue to find the wrong
with the lip of anxiety is a charge of what is a journey...
to fury's and the death of a knee
the mate of simplicity with the scare of severity
is an egg, the truth of the matter in keys?
is the truth, a rage of demonstration of a life's impunity?
perhaps you should, the walking of a dream into the milk of human kindness
married with a salt, the chance of seasons and the skip of edicts of war
the list of uniqueness is as long as the tongue of a hill and its bless
thank you, for a limit to the aim and the itch in a means to an end of your...
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Shame In The Down And Out Way The Smiles...
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