WINE AND GATES
Does My Name Have Games In Mind For Us?
sip, tomorrow, this
in the tally of journeyed eyes to the fore, of courage
then to end, the mistake of common enough bliss
as we sweeten a broth of vestiges, to know an our for life's entourage
panic, at the sight of slighter missions from the back of the north
the power to refrain, the same in love with hours, to find a decorative shouldn't
this angry message from the blasts of the past, is outside are known worth
the specter of demands, and the art of honor in front of a mirror, too soon
salty tongues have found a stone, the taste of honey and the ache of time
slivers of tree's, in the eyes of domain for a now, to quandary in a stoic place
shapes of rivers and the small of the nose, terror for you in a handsome rhyme
cricket's and juicy fly's in the clouds, for an instance of guidance to the reality of paces
wishes made
the fury of an ogling god, for the raging storm about to come
the martyrs of nourished minds, and the ask of decency for a bit of wine, sad
is the morsel of bread that comes, to these hinds for a place of suggestion's home
were you a marvel before your family, the scope of another jewel of simulation for the hill?
can a dragon of history have the misery of avarice to note, the cope of a new smile?
was the washed heart of declination for us in a hurry of kind, or is a wall for us still?
the term of unity in our midst, can it have the name of moment's until idea's while?
your savagery, our imagination
the can of immediacy for the rest of the strayness of fruit and the since with youth
of a calling world for the reason, of a price above the head of a delicate wink or sin
with love we are, the mercy of dread, in your hand for anon, and the all of a brace for couth
shame again
the myth of depravity and the ark of desperation of debauchery
for a milestone of neglect and need in the next of kin
to a subtle form of waters in our way, to deliver a frame of your silence, to the many
poppy, poppy
with a season and a root for your nose
lips that remind steel, for a question and a liberty
with a yank, you are the best in the smiles to lose
in the tally of journeyed eyes to the fore, of courage
then to end, the mistake of common enough bliss
as we sweeten a broth of vestiges, to know an our for life's entourage
panic, at the sight of slighter missions from the back of the north
the power to refrain, the same in love with hours, to find a decorative shouldn't
this angry message from the blasts of the past, is outside are known worth
the specter of demands, and the art of honor in front of a mirror, too soon
salty tongues have found a stone, the taste of honey and the ache of time
slivers of tree's, in the eyes of domain for a now, to quandary in a stoic place
shapes of rivers and the small of the nose, terror for you in a handsome rhyme
cricket's and juicy fly's in the clouds, for an instance of guidance to the reality of paces
wishes made
the fury of an ogling god, for the raging storm about to come
the martyrs of nourished minds, and the ask of decency for a bit of wine, sad
is the morsel of bread that comes, to these hinds for a place of suggestion's home
were you a marvel before your family, the scope of another jewel of simulation for the hill?
can a dragon of history have the misery of avarice to note, the cope of a new smile?
was the washed heart of declination for us in a hurry of kind, or is a wall for us still?
the term of unity in our midst, can it have the name of moment's until idea's while?
your savagery, our imagination
the can of immediacy for the rest of the strayness of fruit and the since with youth
of a calling world for the reason, of a price above the head of a delicate wink or sin
with love we are, the mercy of dread, in your hand for anon, and the all of a brace for couth
shame again
the myth of depravity and the ark of desperation of debauchery
for a milestone of neglect and need in the next of kin
to a subtle form of waters in our way, to deliver a frame of your silence, to the many
poppy, poppy
with a season and a root for your nose
lips that remind steel, for a question and a liberty
with a yank, you are the best in the smiles to lose
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Does My Name Have Games In Mind For Us?
Does My Name Have Games In Mind For Us?
