WINE AND GATES
Kissed Without Water, Warts On Pillows; ;@}
tree of life
in my head, for a season of strength
hide or side, the roles of virtue in the height
asking but a bird, the moment to moment, angst
thousand pardons, the tooth of anxiety
in our mothered oblivion of direction and the all of a dream
haven't we seen the venom, of a curiosity identity
the day of ulterior muses for the requiem of vigor via vim
sand and the thirst of a challenge to the scope of marriage
the sting of home in the brazen tale of symmetry, if not sunshine
these liberty's in irked drama's of souls, the purpose beyond adages
ahem, this scowl of silence for the journey of a sublime sign...
terror is a wage of sour need, in the truth to come
the things of hunger and the taller the pride, in the smile of didn't
the toil of miracles begin to know the price of a love
this isn't the crime of centuries, known only as a philosophy in the skin...
aspirin
more than a hour of surmiseal if not the sermon of giant tears
the clock on the wall survives a method of youth, in a hair of siring
the breed of concern in the forest of play, we call the further
juice and the head of a salt, is on your knee, for a succor with tucked eyes
scared of two of a brief kind, the stock of beans and the place of flies
given the fires of guilt and the silken ear of what is a rage for climates
of clay in your mired finger, we collect a flower for each step higher
time to keep a promise, for the fruit of a sired Adam of eaves
welcome to the severity of rhythm that is a running mother
of secrets made, secrets samed, secrets had for a sweeter me's
that know the sorrow of a clandestine, flag in the wisdom of a brother...
in my head, for a season of strength
hide or side, the roles of virtue in the height
asking but a bird, the moment to moment, angst
thousand pardons, the tooth of anxiety
in our mothered oblivion of direction and the all of a dream
haven't we seen the venom, of a curiosity identity
the day of ulterior muses for the requiem of vigor via vim
sand and the thirst of a challenge to the scope of marriage
the sting of home in the brazen tale of symmetry, if not sunshine
these liberty's in irked drama's of souls, the purpose beyond adages
ahem, this scowl of silence for the journey of a sublime sign...
terror is a wage of sour need, in the truth to come
the things of hunger and the taller the pride, in the smile of didn't
the toil of miracles begin to know the price of a love
this isn't the crime of centuries, known only as a philosophy in the skin...
aspirin
more than a hour of surmiseal if not the sermon of giant tears
the clock on the wall survives a method of youth, in a hair of siring
the breed of concern in the forest of play, we call the further
juice and the head of a salt, is on your knee, for a succor with tucked eyes
scared of two of a brief kind, the stock of beans and the place of flies
given the fires of guilt and the silken ear of what is a rage for climates
of clay in your mired finger, we collect a flower for each step higher
time to keep a promise, for the fruit of a sired Adam of eaves
welcome to the severity of rhythm that is a running mother
of secrets made, secrets samed, secrets had for a sweeter me's
that know the sorrow of a clandestine, flag in the wisdom of a brother...
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Kissed Without Water, Warts On Pillows; ;@}
Kissed Without Water, Warts On Pillows; ;@}
