WINE AND GATES
Correct Posture For A Baby With Two, Mayhem
torn
to wishes in the wind
fair to air, haps in the worn
futures of clique and fickle kind
habits and rages in the rain
terror for your paradise to climb the rancor
poor to owed duress in the charity's we fame
this argued sound of consciences is for a war
kiss my thumb
the place of nourishment and the aching of a tomorrow for hope
quiet as a shroud of youth is to a lamb
mud is shadow is walls is silence is sweet is fire is rope?
tall is the name of a guidance to ordeals of dragons
wet is the name of a turn of events to rhyme with a sign
of the accrue of souls in the briefness of scourges and curses of upon
we arreared for a soul of scares and the courage for a sublime fates shine
of a breath in the scope of matrimony and the glare of a new face
at the mirror of sigh's that we commit to fury, the child of joy
ought with anger in your liberty's grasp, the toll of an irony chaste
cancelled with the credence of the shape of time to learn the sameness of coy
ask
us the duty of a sex and the tired eyes of chance to find, the angel of dissuasion
we notice the sour nose of creation that made you a hard ship to exact the facts
tendered with the since to circumcise the naivete of a lent instinct for persuasion
bells and reasons for all and have, in the name of a new day
yonder faith in able minded shame, or yearning fastidiousness in capable hinds of share
this our of vestiges of sin, is a lord above with a smile on the lips a worlds way
many years ago, and in a small way with a hair of a chance, this waning star ...
to wishes in the wind
fair to air, haps in the worn
futures of clique and fickle kind
habits and rages in the rain
terror for your paradise to climb the rancor
poor to owed duress in the charity's we fame
this argued sound of consciences is for a war
kiss my thumb
the place of nourishment and the aching of a tomorrow for hope
quiet as a shroud of youth is to a lamb
mud is shadow is walls is silence is sweet is fire is rope?
tall is the name of a guidance to ordeals of dragons
wet is the name of a turn of events to rhyme with a sign
of the accrue of souls in the briefness of scourges and curses of upon
we arreared for a soul of scares and the courage for a sublime fates shine
of a breath in the scope of matrimony and the glare of a new face
at the mirror of sigh's that we commit to fury, the child of joy
ought with anger in your liberty's grasp, the toll of an irony chaste
cancelled with the credence of the shape of time to learn the sameness of coy
ask
us the duty of a sex and the tired eyes of chance to find, the angel of dissuasion
we notice the sour nose of creation that made you a hard ship to exact the facts
tendered with the since to circumcise the naivete of a lent instinct for persuasion
bells and reasons for all and have, in the name of a new day
yonder faith in able minded shame, or yearning fastidiousness in capable hinds of share
this our of vestiges of sin, is a lord above with a smile on the lips a worlds way
many years ago, and in a small way with a hair of a chance, this waning star ...
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Correct Posture For A Baby With Two, Mayhem
Correct Posture For A Baby With Two, Mayhem
