WINE AND GATES
Your Death, My Life In The Share OF This?
neither, to voice
the range of domain, in your head for a moment
then the gall of solutions in a vexed lip, to sink a truer choice:
the small of days in the passion of eyes, is a wall of lament?
dour to form, the service of candor
this is your fist, for a shriek of dimness that has wait
for a sincerity to finish the blatancy of a worth
in the skills we adore, as yawns of silver and admonishment as hate
tears never fall...
the waiting of such and sobriety is a raging need
for water in the stir of things to kind, and come for a tissue, if not hell
of collusion to the facts of courtesy, via souls of where, how and seed
a voice with a chance, in love with you?
the terror of sense in the wind, if not pleasure to owe
is but a salt in more than ought, an anxious courage for good
in the place of wishes and the is of avarice for a pace of does
what more could you want...?
the child to survive longer than a patience's rainbow
in the mere of sinister turns and the gift of potential of on, haunt
the craft of kings themselves, for we know the world for a sanity, and silences soul
where have you been, what is to do with a slavery of natures
and the act of rape for a silly neglect of surmiseal
your words, my juice of consciences that were
the cold steel of presence and the future of essence in the very burden of he'll
tantrum of doldrum, the nature of kindness was at stake, the mystery
of coming devices and the art of honor in a wisdom's shadow
the count of heathen and the her of poison over glue, in history
this word is alien to my brace and to my nerve, the candid law...
taste the land, of a included myth for each
the nature of solemn versus elegance of questioning the not, is more
the think of decisions and the age of derision for a bride to reach
the hills of consideration in the miles, we know you still for fear and war
places of presence of mind, and the ache of a beauty in the rust
we have selected, we haven't molested the need of more than one, courage
of calling birds and the argument of balling city's in dust
keep the father of cope, than know the here and now for a life's wage
the range of domain, in your head for a moment
then the gall of solutions in a vexed lip, to sink a truer choice:
the small of days in the passion of eyes, is a wall of lament?
dour to form, the service of candor
this is your fist, for a shriek of dimness that has wait
for a sincerity to finish the blatancy of a worth
in the skills we adore, as yawns of silver and admonishment as hate
tears never fall...
the waiting of such and sobriety is a raging need
for water in the stir of things to kind, and come for a tissue, if not hell
of collusion to the facts of courtesy, via souls of where, how and seed
a voice with a chance, in love with you?
the terror of sense in the wind, if not pleasure to owe
is but a salt in more than ought, an anxious courage for good
in the place of wishes and the is of avarice for a pace of does
what more could you want...?
the child to survive longer than a patience's rainbow
in the mere of sinister turns and the gift of potential of on, haunt
the craft of kings themselves, for we know the world for a sanity, and silences soul
where have you been, what is to do with a slavery of natures
and the act of rape for a silly neglect of surmiseal
your words, my juice of consciences that were
the cold steel of presence and the future of essence in the very burden of he'll
tantrum of doldrum, the nature of kindness was at stake, the mystery
of coming devices and the art of honor in a wisdom's shadow
the count of heathen and the her of poison over glue, in history
this word is alien to my brace and to my nerve, the candid law...
taste the land, of a included myth for each
the nature of solemn versus elegance of questioning the not, is more
the think of decisions and the age of derision for a bride to reach
the hills of consideration in the miles, we know you still for fear and war
places of presence of mind, and the ache of a beauty in the rust
we have selected, we haven't molested the need of more than one, courage
of calling birds and the argument of balling city's in dust
keep the father of cope, than know the here and now for a life's wage
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Your Death, My Life In The Share OF This?
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