WINE AND GATES
Near To Your Key For The Rest Of Eaves, A Mountain?
gifts to a throng
oft the myriad soul of a new face
in the misery we coined, for a care in the wrong
method to argue, the miles until the time and the place
of a which, in love
with the iron fang, of a daily role
in the stars for a shape of sovereignty
immediate or thought to sate, the rhyme of a lifetime, all
intimate, the sound of thunder in our mercies
the total of milk and the since, to find a rubbed ear
in tales of jests and the beauty of wisdom, is a fate ever ease
of a nose to remember the passion of could, the waiting of worth, weird
pandering at a pressed ball left in the rain, the most of us
is a warm service to heed and eyes meant for a song, of seasons
in an irate sense, we know the pain of somberness, like a prayer in the discussed
majority and leanness of antipathy's talk, we have the more urbane reasons?
further prices hidden in buildings and mileau's of burdens in the breeze
we have no name for a game, but the shape of silence to question, the hills
of martyrs and the ilk of hearts seen, for an angry past with a king, known as a sneeze
rid to fend for a side of wrending smiles, you find the care of intimacy, we will...
a jewel given to us for the persuasion of isn't, the toes of rather and fate in error
the part of compliance and the arse of a lip of prescience, to finish a prayer
in the needs of another, does the eyebrow of a lord, save the neglect of a salt queer
bastions and faster known for a heart if not metal of solace in curses, fathered?
mere to else, the risen grave of cope in our midst, this gentle wish
for the candor of courage's and the mythology of presumed rages
isn't the callous music we heard, in the paces of resolution and penny's for flesh?
the pioneering of a soul in the mine, to prevent a deadly scent of leviathans?
demons of choice, demons of voice
the capability of dread in a graceful ire if not heir of pining inks
in the since we see, the lovers of untoward chance of works of nicety
sayeth the prophet of alienation in the knock of a door with candid winks...
oft the myriad soul of a new face
in the misery we coined, for a care in the wrong
method to argue, the miles until the time and the place
of a which, in love
with the iron fang, of a daily role
in the stars for a shape of sovereignty
immediate or thought to sate, the rhyme of a lifetime, all
intimate, the sound of thunder in our mercies
the total of milk and the since, to find a rubbed ear
in tales of jests and the beauty of wisdom, is a fate ever ease
of a nose to remember the passion of could, the waiting of worth, weird
pandering at a pressed ball left in the rain, the most of us
is a warm service to heed and eyes meant for a song, of seasons
in an irate sense, we know the pain of somberness, like a prayer in the discussed
majority and leanness of antipathy's talk, we have the more urbane reasons?
further prices hidden in buildings and mileau's of burdens in the breeze
we have no name for a game, but the shape of silence to question, the hills
of martyrs and the ilk of hearts seen, for an angry past with a king, known as a sneeze
rid to fend for a side of wrending smiles, you find the care of intimacy, we will...
a jewel given to us for the persuasion of isn't, the toes of rather and fate in error
the part of compliance and the arse of a lip of prescience, to finish a prayer
in the needs of another, does the eyebrow of a lord, save the neglect of a salt queer
bastions and faster known for a heart if not metal of solace in curses, fathered?
mere to else, the risen grave of cope in our midst, this gentle wish
for the candor of courage's and the mythology of presumed rages
isn't the callous music we heard, in the paces of resolution and penny's for flesh?
the pioneering of a soul in the mine, to prevent a deadly scent of leviathans?
demons of choice, demons of voice
the capability of dread in a graceful ire if not heir of pining inks
in the since we see, the lovers of untoward chance of works of nicety
sayeth the prophet of alienation in the knock of a door with candid winks...
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Near To Your Key For The Rest Of Eaves, A Mountain?
Near To Your Key For The Rest Of Eaves, A Mountain?
