WINE AND GATES
Poison Pens And Boistrous Beens, Nativity
rescue me
the toes of vintage esteem
the maluability of visions, in these height's we see
the lover of sour need, finding a smile for each neglect of deem
dried tea, a wedge of lemon, a little sugar known for owes
panic at the sight - the role of suggestion as a metal of done
doors and foreign taste, in a lucre for sepulchers of does
in the name of nations of silence, anarchy and the else of virtue come
to this
the labor of folds and mission of disease in the paces, of restitution
to remember but the laugh of solutions in the nearness to a kiss
the oils of detritus and miasma, the name has become the since to could indication
might?
the nary of moons and the hole of the compelling sun, wish
upon the mysteries of jaded seasons and the form of new limits
to light the way for a soul of duress, and the ache of moments to issue
many thanks?
applied none, the court of succor of burden and home
has a truth to its swollen ankles, for the riches of decency in the anger
of another push for silence, in the questions we make a risen atrophy
mutuality?
time would with the message at the end of the tunnel, credence
for the tired eyes of dissuasion that make us a clement energy
for the salt in our veins, the mistake of demands for the poise of lands, that ends
mendacity?
aping or ogling the naked nature of solace in our view, the part of authority
in the knowing sides of grievance said, don't you know the place and time of a city?
the words of wisdom upon our hands and the direction of saving for a smile to be, implicity
misery
the liberty to defend in the sins of family's and the habit of condition so far
the walls of judgment kept for a sanity to approve, has already been and gone, to history
for a sense of reason and the rational of indignancy, irony of would to select for har
the toes of vintage esteem
the maluability of visions, in these height's we see
the lover of sour need, finding a smile for each neglect of deem
dried tea, a wedge of lemon, a little sugar known for owes
panic at the sight - the role of suggestion as a metal of done
doors and foreign taste, in a lucre for sepulchers of does
in the name of nations of silence, anarchy and the else of virtue come
to this
the labor of folds and mission of disease in the paces, of restitution
to remember but the laugh of solutions in the nearness to a kiss
the oils of detritus and miasma, the name has become the since to could indication
might?
the nary of moons and the hole of the compelling sun, wish
upon the mysteries of jaded seasons and the form of new limits
to light the way for a soul of duress, and the ache of moments to issue
many thanks?
applied none, the court of succor of burden and home
has a truth to its swollen ankles, for the riches of decency in the anger
of another push for silence, in the questions we make a risen atrophy
mutuality?
time would with the message at the end of the tunnel, credence
for the tired eyes of dissuasion that make us a clement energy
for the salt in our veins, the mistake of demands for the poise of lands, that ends
mendacity?
aping or ogling the naked nature of solace in our view, the part of authority
in the knowing sides of grievance said, don't you know the place and time of a city?
the words of wisdom upon our hands and the direction of saving for a smile to be, implicity
misery
the liberty to defend in the sins of family's and the habit of condition so far
the walls of judgment kept for a sanity to approve, has already been and gone, to history
for a sense of reason and the rational of indignancy, irony of would to select for har
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Poison Pens And Boistrous Beens, Nativity
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