WINE AND GATES
Like Liquor Or Sicker, The Truth Of Others?
ain't, them, toward, treasure
implied nation, to fates under the skin
were to weird, the smiles until a presence has fury
the lock of hair where, and a pretty ship to wink
silly, if not the Paul of hill's
Robert's in the skill of worth, to keep under the tongue
since if been silence, the Ronald of philosophy
Michael of stimulus and prowess, of a certainty to hunt
haunt?
my deem for an outward heathen
the placation of risen embarrassment, to flaunt
the gain of patience in the spice of weakening
time to dazes of byres of silken might, in a harvest of doors
the rancor of staid futures for you and me
this is the issue of a language to find, in the pining of a whole
terror, do you quantify the exaction of a lord of chaos, he
cued to food of the nature to come, this is the risk of a nerves
in the stirring of silence we'd correct for an early some
thin to end, the ruse of a gasping more with sources to serve
the reality of dried tears in the passion of blankets and pillows of hums
finger to linger, the works of words in the shell of a many
seemly or female, the price of ideas is for the show of truth
in your mind, if not binding spite of crescendo of when we are love, with any
cold or hot, knowing or glowing, them of duress is found in the crudity
of a brash tale with a final disparity for whether
tiny to dining in the rain, them to wish upon a graven stone of suggestion
time in the limelight of a dread to order the exception of a date with bother
morsels of religion in your view, the daring do of a cream to find the spilling...
implied nation, to fates under the skin
were to weird, the smiles until a presence has fury
the lock of hair where, and a pretty ship to wink
silly, if not the Paul of hill's
Robert's in the skill of worth, to keep under the tongue
since if been silence, the Ronald of philosophy
Michael of stimulus and prowess, of a certainty to hunt
haunt?
my deem for an outward heathen
the placation of risen embarrassment, to flaunt
the gain of patience in the spice of weakening
time to dazes of byres of silken might, in a harvest of doors
the rancor of staid futures for you and me
this is the issue of a language to find, in the pining of a whole
terror, do you quantify the exaction of a lord of chaos, he
cued to food of the nature to come, this is the risk of a nerves
in the stirring of silence we'd correct for an early some
thin to end, the ruse of a gasping more with sources to serve
the reality of dried tears in the passion of blankets and pillows of hums
finger to linger, the works of words in the shell of a many
seemly or female, the price of ideas is for the show of truth
in your mind, if not binding spite of crescendo of when we are love, with any
cold or hot, knowing or glowing, them of duress is found in the crudity
of a brash tale with a final disparity for whether
tiny to dining in the rain, them to wish upon a graven stone of suggestion
time in the limelight of a dread to order the exception of a date with bother
morsels of religion in your view, the daring do of a cream to find the spilling...
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Like Liquor Or Sicker, The Truth Of Others?
Like Liquor Or Sicker, The Truth Of Others?