WINE AND GATES
What A Bird Wanted For Its Birthday, Besides...
pound of fleeting more
still, to ilk for sound that
the tools of sorrow for a moment, of orange
lips of realer truth, the smiles of answered what
than to here, the silly notion to ask
the farm of a friend, the mission to sweet
this ideal breath and the ache of feel for a rascal
the times are a changing season of playing in the heat
quiet prose, of a dirty stare
the smell of suicide in the fingers, of a coping play on words
myth or final legend in toe, the first of hair
token to spoken live in identity formed, in belly's heard
passion for the smoke of a dreaming horizon
fire that come from the shines that bind, the knees that kind
like terror with a pat shape of any where but have, long
ships of tenacity seek the mine, the prince of share and trying
persuasion in the mire of a neglected angel, for the miles until home
power to fruiting deeds, the common shall of till to firsts, this done
moment of curiosity and the vestige of sunshine in the place of those
has a sight beyond honor for the salt of response to keep, a praise of lone ...
still, to ilk for sound that
the tools of sorrow for a moment, of orange
lips of realer truth, the smiles of answered what
than to here, the silly notion to ask
the farm of a friend, the mission to sweet
this ideal breath and the ache of feel for a rascal
the times are a changing season of playing in the heat
quiet prose, of a dirty stare
the smell of suicide in the fingers, of a coping play on words
myth or final legend in toe, the first of hair
token to spoken live in identity formed, in belly's heard
passion for the smoke of a dreaming horizon
fire that come from the shines that bind, the knees that kind
like terror with a pat shape of any where but have, long
ships of tenacity seek the mine, the prince of share and trying
persuasion in the mire of a neglected angel, for the miles until home
power to fruiting deeds, the common shall of till to firsts, this done
moment of curiosity and the vestige of sunshine in the place of those
has a sight beyond honor for the salt of response to keep, a praise of lone ...
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What A Bird Wanted For Its Birthday, Besides...
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