WINE AND GATES
Family And Thus, Had Every Reason, Like Yesterday
tepid to drawn shades
thought in the stolen kisses of reality for the reaching day
time to remember the ringing in your hate
the mention of vindication is a wall, time, tender in honesty, to ok ...
pining chaste, is to lips of steel ...?
the ward of good intent, the smile of prudence
before the providence of sharing a chance with the feelings
of another shame? the moments dwell tight, for a craving slight ...
whimsy to dreams, the furor of solace in the make and the dread of all
the wishes of somber news, for the nose to see, the kiss of future misuse
of a waiting season of guidance to the deed of avarice and the mere of anger, to fall
the laps of a chosen city, to find its roots, and routes of ages for youth?
agree
and you too, will know a place in the shadows for a courage
the tied tongue, and the sighed sun, worth your sides of work and we'd
oil and stone in a jarring exaction of doors on the future, past and modern wages
terrified by a song in your mind, for the rest of the world to finish the might
of a solemn promise, the excuse of worms and the sour scope of a bird in love with since
dead to rights with a day for risen ideas, this anger of place, person and duress by sight
is a method to notion, to but confuse the loosed may in a harms way, for the silence of sin?
disagree
and you two, will knead the bread of comment for the least of now, in the darkness
we adjoined for a salt and the yeast of eastern meticulousness, the spire of a key
made from nothing, but the dreams of another in love also, for the question of is ...
the cause of shines and the milk of human constituency, consternation in those
a wandering wind nowhere to be seen, for the wryed almost to host, the climbing our
of vestiges of demand and the arduous minds with a resolute vex, the hex of you
long to the tooth, the mystery of a coping vision in the myth's if not legends of power
few too early, few two late
the rose in your hands, for the roles of virtue to come, to you ...
for a shamed tomorrow with the call for one vengeance more, the tale of summation will, sate
for the regency of calm in our midst, the conscience of a continued means to could ...
done
the teeth you fear, with a collapse of heresy and the when and rather of a miracle
of edges of sanity and the vanity of considered sands of time, were; a heart gone
to the final resting place, of a heaven in lords grasp, to know but a show of what was, hell
has
the further sign's of wishes for the briefness of a concern, in a clash of dramas
that come to these, for the seek of a rage, and the will's of deed, prayer by patience
was given your name, for the risen year of silence again, in the name of warring saviors
poorly
the talk of signatures of youth, and the heathen brine of correctness of a elderly yearn
for the sink of adoration from the table of dreams, the succor of ordeals and the hourly
mention of death in the round, songs with a marvel to martyr seldom see the shy to ascertain
remembered
the tone of your voice, in the spill of hills and thieves of shrill conclusions
that to light, of a weary, worrisome, and water of reflection for a lore in humbled
tart, the stone and the fruiting of home, in the meld of hurry we make a souls inclusion
another
day with the sanity of a view on the demands of decency
will we confirm the cold or enthuse for the hot, and a lover to bother?
the palaces of our forefathers, the falicy of any poor heathen, literally ...
thought in the stolen kisses of reality for the reaching day
time to remember the ringing in your hate
the mention of vindication is a wall, time, tender in honesty, to ok ...
pining chaste, is to lips of steel ...?
the ward of good intent, the smile of prudence
before the providence of sharing a chance with the feelings
of another shame? the moments dwell tight, for a craving slight ...
whimsy to dreams, the furor of solace in the make and the dread of all
the wishes of somber news, for the nose to see, the kiss of future misuse
of a waiting season of guidance to the deed of avarice and the mere of anger, to fall
the laps of a chosen city, to find its roots, and routes of ages for youth?
agree
and you too, will know a place in the shadows for a courage
the tied tongue, and the sighed sun, worth your sides of work and we'd
oil and stone in a jarring exaction of doors on the future, past and modern wages
terrified by a song in your mind, for the rest of the world to finish the might
of a solemn promise, the excuse of worms and the sour scope of a bird in love with since
dead to rights with a day for risen ideas, this anger of place, person and duress by sight
is a method to notion, to but confuse the loosed may in a harms way, for the silence of sin?
disagree
and you two, will knead the bread of comment for the least of now, in the darkness
we adjoined for a salt and the yeast of eastern meticulousness, the spire of a key
made from nothing, but the dreams of another in love also, for the question of is ...
the cause of shines and the milk of human constituency, consternation in those
a wandering wind nowhere to be seen, for the wryed almost to host, the climbing our
of vestiges of demand and the arduous minds with a resolute vex, the hex of you
long to the tooth, the mystery of a coping vision in the myth's if not legends of power
few too early, few two late
the rose in your hands, for the roles of virtue to come, to you ...
for a shamed tomorrow with the call for one vengeance more, the tale of summation will, sate
for the regency of calm in our midst, the conscience of a continued means to could ...
done
the teeth you fear, with a collapse of heresy and the when and rather of a miracle
of edges of sanity and the vanity of considered sands of time, were; a heart gone
to the final resting place, of a heaven in lords grasp, to know but a show of what was, hell
has
the further sign's of wishes for the briefness of a concern, in a clash of dramas
that come to these, for the seek of a rage, and the will's of deed, prayer by patience
was given your name, for the risen year of silence again, in the name of warring saviors
poorly
the talk of signatures of youth, and the heathen brine of correctness of a elderly yearn
for the sink of adoration from the table of dreams, the succor of ordeals and the hourly
mention of death in the round, songs with a marvel to martyr seldom see the shy to ascertain
remembered
the tone of your voice, in the spill of hills and thieves of shrill conclusions
that to light, of a weary, worrisome, and water of reflection for a lore in humbled
tart, the stone and the fruiting of home, in the meld of hurry we make a souls inclusion
another
day with the sanity of a view on the demands of decency
will we confirm the cold or enthuse for the hot, and a lover to bother?
the palaces of our forefathers, the falicy of any poor heathen, literally ...
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Family And Thus, Had Every Reason, Like Yesterday
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