WINE AND GATES
Tired Enough To Kiss The Silence For Ashes
sacks and blown noses
trumpets and harvested crops in the rain
shook children with a temper, mind those
the tale of odd and angry smiles to see to the quaint
been the bunnied ask of sorry eyes
the walking fear of frank suggestion, to the nerves
of candid walls of argued means of a season to climb
where the such is more than a naked love, in the skills it serves?
collecting a shy need
the rate of sour worth, is many eyes worth the north
back to paces, the selection of heed
is the rage of spare times in the drive of the prayers of others, heard?
tall, the trees of guile we all know
the mark of somber could, in the majesty of sight we call knowing
the marriage of souls in their selection, to fulfill the acts of owe
in but a shared past, that has the call for ancients in a liberal sort, toeing?
west with the martyrs of gold and myrrh in a hold
rows of vision made bright, been to terror the skirting of on
patience, the willing sound of a charisma for the panic we sold
complete to the chaste all, we saved the more for a signature of work, to longing ...
candid, or confused?
many senses to wish upon a naked star, survive the mind yourself
the waiting drip of honey and the kiss of alabaster to come, for a salt to loose
is this child of seven hours and wisdom in the miles of what was an ark of health?
purpose, precisely to the sanity of else
we saw the choice of damnation in the curses of antiquity, for the since of live
in the gifts of authority and the aids of galatial when, and fire to bells ...
corners with a smile for everyone, know the impression of vice, to simply give
trumpets and harvested crops in the rain
shook children with a temper, mind those
the tale of odd and angry smiles to see to the quaint
been the bunnied ask of sorry eyes
the walking fear of frank suggestion, to the nerves
of candid walls of argued means of a season to climb
where the such is more than a naked love, in the skills it serves?
collecting a shy need
the rate of sour worth, is many eyes worth the north
back to paces, the selection of heed
is the rage of spare times in the drive of the prayers of others, heard?
tall, the trees of guile we all know
the mark of somber could, in the majesty of sight we call knowing
the marriage of souls in their selection, to fulfill the acts of owe
in but a shared past, that has the call for ancients in a liberal sort, toeing?
west with the martyrs of gold and myrrh in a hold
rows of vision made bright, been to terror the skirting of on
patience, the willing sound of a charisma for the panic we sold
complete to the chaste all, we saved the more for a signature of work, to longing ...
candid, or confused?
many senses to wish upon a naked star, survive the mind yourself
the waiting drip of honey and the kiss of alabaster to come, for a salt to loose
is this child of seven hours and wisdom in the miles of what was an ark of health?
purpose, precisely to the sanity of else
we saw the choice of damnation in the curses of antiquity, for the since of live
in the gifts of authority and the aids of galatial when, and fire to bells ...
corners with a smile for everyone, know the impression of vice, to simply give
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Tired Enough To Kiss The Silence For Ashes
Tired Enough To Kiss The Silence For Ashes
