WINE AND GATES
Lights InThe Sky Fewed And Taught, Herb's?
angels to a toadstool
risk my skill as a little
fish in the stare of a watery who'll
nine times a craving for berries, this ark is a riddle
of clay to find, the myths in your share
of a worm if but to love, the staleness of brass
complexity and the scare of a star in my eyes, this here
of a neglected mire in the name of quality's, is a rash ...
toadstool to the angels
risen from the promise of sour deed, the glue
of unity in your shadows of the judged zealot
is a current of souls the right to a line in the shroud of who?
now, is the wind
as the world tills with a tin champion, of virtue and the dread of coldness
is or isn't the tale of hell, this prayer, predator, prevailing star, end
where you begin, the smiles of damnation and the paradise to bless
actual life, in the nature of considerations for pied nakedness
we name the worm oil, you named it a friend
shiny eyes and the gift of despised drama in the should of a seasons
curiosity is a harkening bite, long before the breath of an ingenuity
your tongue, my wandering eye ...
eulogize the mine, this horror of used baring and soaring sunshine
in the ink of time, we know the blame of a stone for your why
worth your lies, in ages of wry for the rest of confirmation of shyer...
turns of bells with a reason for the season you mention
have the second of worth, in the wealth we cope, the sound of panic
in a mouth scented with the presumption of callous rests of lends
of an intensity known only as a tomorrow, your future, our song to the insane, like
treasure of the minions of a shadow?
then to hinds we collected for sight unseen, liberty in voids of could
this loving reach for antipathy, know, the half of sensation found, for erred though's
of a dinge of reality we thought the martyr of somberer fruition, is would in good...
risk my skill as a little
fish in the stare of a watery who'll
nine times a craving for berries, this ark is a riddle
of clay to find, the myths in your share
of a worm if but to love, the staleness of brass
complexity and the scare of a star in my eyes, this here
of a neglected mire in the name of quality's, is a rash ...
toadstool to the angels
risen from the promise of sour deed, the glue
of unity in your shadows of the judged zealot
is a current of souls the right to a line in the shroud of who?
now, is the wind
as the world tills with a tin champion, of virtue and the dread of coldness
is or isn't the tale of hell, this prayer, predator, prevailing star, end
where you begin, the smiles of damnation and the paradise to bless
actual life, in the nature of considerations for pied nakedness
we name the worm oil, you named it a friend
shiny eyes and the gift of despised drama in the should of a seasons
curiosity is a harkening bite, long before the breath of an ingenuity
your tongue, my wandering eye ...
eulogize the mine, this horror of used baring and soaring sunshine
in the ink of time, we know the blame of a stone for your why
worth your lies, in ages of wry for the rest of confirmation of shyer...
turns of bells with a reason for the season you mention
have the second of worth, in the wealth we cope, the sound of panic
in a mouth scented with the presumption of callous rests of lends
of an intensity known only as a tomorrow, your future, our song to the insane, like
treasure of the minions of a shadow?
then to hinds we collected for sight unseen, liberty in voids of could
this loving reach for antipathy, know, the half of sensation found, for erred though's
of a dinge of reality we thought the martyr of somberer fruition, is would in good...
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Lights InThe Sky Fewed And Taught, Herb`s?
Lights InThe Sky Fewed And Taught, Herb`s?
