WINE AND GATES
Like Your More Ever, Does Each As Truth Hurts?
kiss me
typical or cruel
them limp now or foul seeks
roles of the juice if a water tools
tried
other and beauty to offer
the lacking or the future of sly's
courtesy in the way, of a ley of ghosts of prophets
tongue
with a presumption for the torrid
livid or excused with honor in the fury among
crescendo to warn, the worn muse is a predators horn
method
to a shrill how
of a serious climb to gain the halt of oddity
this name is work, to finish are's loving soul
peace
erudite toward thine, the smell of cyanide
again, for the against of a worth in yeast
thorough is a shrewd cope of found lives
confusion
these and that, this in the tilling
of a rational of curiosity that has a loosing
the seen martyr of reason has a quiet need, in willing
truth
incomplete to seat, the rage of walls and the baring of all's
the hope of a risen youth
can we memorize the nary of a hope for the measure of faith in hall's?
time
the reality of sordid and holier things to give
the risks of ede if not eaves of conscience, in the tired eyes of a rhyme
naked is your variation of courage, is this the haunt of a live?
personality's?
then to error's quest for a single like and the nye of sames
tender is the presence of justice, to find in the remarks of heaven's litany
intoned with a shared ask, taken with a might is the need of homes
silence
terror for a child of sorrow, the tones of a clashing voice
in the mixed either and bother of scrupulous sense
patience and reason together forever, with dread as a choice...
typical or cruel
them limp now or foul seeks
roles of the juice if a water tools
tried
other and beauty to offer
the lacking or the future of sly's
courtesy in the way, of a ley of ghosts of prophets
tongue
with a presumption for the torrid
livid or excused with honor in the fury among
crescendo to warn, the worn muse is a predators horn
method
to a shrill how
of a serious climb to gain the halt of oddity
this name is work, to finish are's loving soul
peace
erudite toward thine, the smell of cyanide
again, for the against of a worth in yeast
thorough is a shrewd cope of found lives
confusion
these and that, this in the tilling
of a rational of curiosity that has a loosing
the seen martyr of reason has a quiet need, in willing
truth
incomplete to seat, the rage of walls and the baring of all's
the hope of a risen youth
can we memorize the nary of a hope for the measure of faith in hall's?
time
the reality of sordid and holier things to give
the risks of ede if not eaves of conscience, in the tired eyes of a rhyme
naked is your variation of courage, is this the haunt of a live?
personality's?
then to error's quest for a single like and the nye of sames
tender is the presence of justice, to find in the remarks of heaven's litany
intoned with a shared ask, taken with a might is the need of homes
silence
terror for a child of sorrow, the tones of a clashing voice
in the mixed either and bother of scrupulous sense
patience and reason together forever, with dread as a choice...
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Like Your More Ever, Does Each As Truth Hurts?
Like Your More Ever, Does Each As Truth Hurts?
