WINE AND GATES
Sore, But Does A Vitamin Know You That Well
crass or brass
the place in the sun for ask
this is the town, we live in and sass
for a life that comes to those that pass
instinct for a blind shoe, in the melding portent
these fews, of courage and the ache of indecency
is a reality of vicious thought, the naked insult of a lent
bells and briefness of now, in the fore of a clashing lienancy
the basking gift of need, for your condition of salt?
in them, to wink again, the merriment of a bantering house
thin to wind, the ages approve of a baited hook, to halt
in the eye of disharmony, for a place that is a course in thou's...
bent or spent
the coin in your fist, is for the nourished mind of a chaste and cold
way with gaiety via the sole of anxiety, we select you for a season meant
the wishes of need are ours, for a space to climb the soul of wholed
clever?
the voice of argument and thirst for milk, is a conscience the price to pray?
upon, the things of liberty earning a vaster, way to never
the patience of compromise is, the hold out for a sense to give ashes to ailing...
cunning?
the future in your shape of things to come
is a larger than life work of antipathy, the role of hunting
cans and should, the many thank the pace of history to shun?
sly?
the torch of human consistency, these days are for the erudite victory
of cope and the silly noise of a bird to fly
over, if not other ways of simplicity in the our of our sincerity
ambivalency
in the hours until a blade of grass becomes a maying
this in the turn of myriad sources of call, if but a lip to know truancy
the waters of construel say these, the disease was your bane
the place in the sun for ask
this is the town, we live in and sass
for a life that comes to those that pass
instinct for a blind shoe, in the melding portent
these fews, of courage and the ache of indecency
is a reality of vicious thought, the naked insult of a lent
bells and briefness of now, in the fore of a clashing lienancy
the basking gift of need, for your condition of salt?
in them, to wink again, the merriment of a bantering house
thin to wind, the ages approve of a baited hook, to halt
in the eye of disharmony, for a place that is a course in thou's...
bent or spent
the coin in your fist, is for the nourished mind of a chaste and cold
way with gaiety via the sole of anxiety, we select you for a season meant
the wishes of need are ours, for a space to climb the soul of wholed
clever?
the voice of argument and thirst for milk, is a conscience the price to pray?
upon, the things of liberty earning a vaster, way to never
the patience of compromise is, the hold out for a sense to give ashes to ailing...
cunning?
the future in your shape of things to come
is a larger than life work of antipathy, the role of hunting
cans and should, the many thank the pace of history to shun?
sly?
the torch of human consistency, these days are for the erudite victory
of cope and the silly noise of a bird to fly
over, if not other ways of simplicity in the our of our sincerity
ambivalency
in the hours until a blade of grass becomes a maying
this in the turn of myriad sources of call, if but a lip to know truancy
the waters of construel say these, the disease was your bane
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Sore, But Does A Vitamin Know You That Well
Sore, But Does A Vitamin Know You That Well