WINE AND GATES
When Only A Saturn Will Issue A Driver's...
option
in your prayers, whistle
form, if you are a swindle...
the lurid name we know to fight the right
this salty marvel, crumbs of a notorious pie
things to live, in your prestige
of vantage with a mated sock, the risks of denial
thou and sand in your lechery, isn't seizure...
cant the banter...
the tart end of a soul, know the riches of kind and Aldus weal
the shame of a new day, the curt way we bathe in the how, want
the hair of solutions for you, if not the truth of a bird in fall...?!
shores of distant information, the taint of which
is a lip in the trusting glare of a craving talc...
the message to the need, the nerves know milk for itches
now its walls...
winter...
the lover of songs and the heathen of salt in your vein's, lemon
the portion of your guess, is still the priding father
with a mission for you, the day demons...?
spring?
the cause of an inherent smile, is worth the stink...?
of the clash in the sugar, this is the suppose of an ink
where the sin's of our homes and its nuclear finger...
summer.
the topping and the olive of joy is ready for you're
the way to kinder, fresh and safer juice, for a local drummer
is a life in toe of a salad and its requiem of good intent, plows should
sitting with daddy, opium
the burn of a major now, and to hell for good
the shadows of a liberty to devour your, thumb plumage
why did you eat the sunshine, when only a house can show a root beer...!?
in your prayers, whistle
form, if you are a swindle...
the lurid name we know to fight the right
this salty marvel, crumbs of a notorious pie
things to live, in your prestige
of vantage with a mated sock, the risks of denial
thou and sand in your lechery, isn't seizure...
cant the banter...
the tart end of a soul, know the riches of kind and Aldus weal
the shame of a new day, the curt way we bathe in the how, want
the hair of solutions for you, if not the truth of a bird in fall...?!
shores of distant information, the taint of which
is a lip in the trusting glare of a craving talc...
the message to the need, the nerves know milk for itches
now its walls...
winter...
the lover of songs and the heathen of salt in your vein's, lemon
the portion of your guess, is still the priding father
with a mission for you, the day demons...?
spring?
the cause of an inherent smile, is worth the stink...?
of the clash in the sugar, this is the suppose of an ink
where the sin's of our homes and its nuclear finger...
summer.
the topping and the olive of joy is ready for you're
the way to kinder, fresh and safer juice, for a local drummer
is a life in toe of a salad and its requiem of good intent, plows should
sitting with daddy, opium
the burn of a major now, and to hell for good
the shadows of a liberty to devour your, thumb plumage
why did you eat the sunshine, when only a house can show a root beer...!?
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When Only A Saturn Will Issue A Driver`s...
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