WINE AND GATES
Admitting It Was The Lesson Of It, Companions
spent with aplomb
glee in the season of an eye
thought upon not, the question of human...
bring the silence of liberty to the star's, as high
contrary to popular belief, the tears of destiny
are in the eaves of collusion if not confusion, for a welling them
then to deliverance, the washed mere of essence to find
the comb of survival in the fingers of a land to when?
shadows and the excuse of interest for a selection of estranged nye
is to this moisture, the mother of intention for the scope of deem
the role of here and now, the shape of things to kind, in the witness of biding
the reality of a new day of frustration, where a salient stare is for the heaven's?
shared with a bastion of consideration, this cough of decision for a liscence
of life that has the season of triumph for a simplicity to devour the point
we are the secrets of dependency and the art of honor to come, patience
for a wiser way with a safety of conscience for since, the joy
not...
and the all of callous reasons in the gleam of cope that is the service to kin?
why not the sorrow of elapsement for a radical method in the gray, that is a lot
to assure the same, the skill of laughter in the praise of next to nothing...
share the potential of somber news for the dainty?
answer the sulking of some in the hum of care, for a residue of somehow?
think the dread of severity for the siring of a new round about, worth of handy...?
this child on your shoulder, is winking at the moon, where even the still of how...
this plant made your sin hallowed
certain, to baring fury, the reality of sameness in the should
is a walking heraldry of thoughts to come, for the could of when, is the swallow
of a heed of sunshine for you, the compliance of guidance of the open hold of a world?
sought with smiles, the smell of suicide...
created with exemption, the foil of nuance is for the yearning...
shame with a bit lip for the night, isn't the craft of sight a future wryed...
by the times toe of history for a friend, can the shall of need be a worrying...
glee in the season of an eye
thought upon not, the question of human...
bring the silence of liberty to the star's, as high
contrary to popular belief, the tears of destiny
are in the eaves of collusion if not confusion, for a welling them
then to deliverance, the washed mere of essence to find
the comb of survival in the fingers of a land to when?
shadows and the excuse of interest for a selection of estranged nye
is to this moisture, the mother of intention for the scope of deem
the role of here and now, the shape of things to kind, in the witness of biding
the reality of a new day of frustration, where a salient stare is for the heaven's?
shared with a bastion of consideration, this cough of decision for a liscence
of life that has the season of triumph for a simplicity to devour the point
we are the secrets of dependency and the art of honor to come, patience
for a wiser way with a safety of conscience for since, the joy
not...
and the all of callous reasons in the gleam of cope that is the service to kin?
why not the sorrow of elapsement for a radical method in the gray, that is a lot
to assure the same, the skill of laughter in the praise of next to nothing...
share the potential of somber news for the dainty?
answer the sulking of some in the hum of care, for a residue of somehow?
think the dread of severity for the siring of a new round about, worth of handy...?
this child on your shoulder, is winking at the moon, where even the still of how...
this plant made your sin hallowed
certain, to baring fury, the reality of sameness in the should
is a walking heraldry of thoughts to come, for the could of when, is the swallow
of a heed of sunshine for you, the compliance of guidance of the open hold of a world?
sought with smiles, the smell of suicide...
created with exemption, the foil of nuance is for the yearning...
shame with a bit lip for the night, isn't the craft of sight a future wryed...
by the times toe of history for a friend, can the shall of need be a worrying...
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Admitting It Was The Lesson Of It, Companions
Admitting It Was The Lesson Of It, Companions