WINE AND GATES
How A Child Says Hello In The Mourning
his
the hour of isolation for a foe
the skill of anger, in your watch, for this
the tooth of avarice, in the skirting dole we assume, to be to hold
the role of visitation of a flower
the stake in the peak of sunshine, the toil of arduous lives
in the irony of stoic story's to unfold, in the excuse of sour
thoughts for sorrows knots, the handsome tower of regret, in your name is
the wolf for the power in the press, of justice
the count of tenderness in the curse of a sighted man
plain truth in the vaunted youth, of conditions of thus
this hour of hunted angels and the devil himself, and...
the talk of recognition of the facts
the war of thumbs and the delve of sanctity to greet the new day
the all of a virgin with heard urging, for a place in the ask
the method of witness to develop the smile of candor for a speed and a sate
lips to the use of conscience in the spirit of heathen, hills
of jaundiced liberty to be found, in the lap if not laugh of succor
made for these, the pain and the sense of share, for out the ilk
of decency for a discipline, worth the itch, the span, and the ages of verve
forget something?
the toll of an educated bell in the east, the voice of sameness
the livid accusation of rage in the fore, the pining of owing
the means to an end, the history of egress to a honor in the bless
role upon roll, the acts of time are with a seldom seen juice
the hours until the court of victory over, a sand...
the course of a line in the sky, where the days have havoc for youth
wish upon a somber old burden of honey and days gone by, in the land...
your guess is as good as mine
the watching of souls in the verging oft of solutions of vows and the how of any
this slime, is still the ripped heart of unity to confirm, lying
upon a shadow of a doubt, is your hand so survivable, that you don't notice of many...
the hour of isolation for a foe
the skill of anger, in your watch, for this
the tooth of avarice, in the skirting dole we assume, to be to hold
the role of visitation of a flower
the stake in the peak of sunshine, the toil of arduous lives
in the irony of stoic story's to unfold, in the excuse of sour
thoughts for sorrows knots, the handsome tower of regret, in your name is
the wolf for the power in the press, of justice
the count of tenderness in the curse of a sighted man
plain truth in the vaunted youth, of conditions of thus
this hour of hunted angels and the devil himself, and...
the talk of recognition of the facts
the war of thumbs and the delve of sanctity to greet the new day
the all of a virgin with heard urging, for a place in the ask
the method of witness to develop the smile of candor for a speed and a sate
lips to the use of conscience in the spirit of heathen, hills
of jaundiced liberty to be found, in the lap if not laugh of succor
made for these, the pain and the sense of share, for out the ilk
of decency for a discipline, worth the itch, the span, and the ages of verve
forget something?
the toll of an educated bell in the east, the voice of sameness
the livid accusation of rage in the fore, the pining of owing
the means to an end, the history of egress to a honor in the bless
role upon roll, the acts of time are with a seldom seen juice
the hours until the court of victory over, a sand...
the course of a line in the sky, where the days have havoc for youth
wish upon a somber old burden of honey and days gone by, in the land...
your guess is as good as mine
the watching of souls in the verging oft of solutions of vows and the how of any
this slime, is still the ripped heart of unity to confirm, lying
upon a shadow of a doubt, is your hand so survivable, that you don't notice of many...
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How A Child Says Hello In The Mourning
How A Child Says Hello In The Mourning