WINE AND GATES
Tweedledee And Tweedledum Haven't Never Eaten Fish?
how's on the risen hill
jim and the hours until a light is there
to remember a sky with a craving, for portions
ten to eleven with a side of callous pears
instinct in the mar, of candor for a freedom, too finish any
paula and the ours in love, to regret but a style
of chances and the haunt of babes for a hellion of many
stings of a brute in the rain, to know a hebrew smile?
sex in the done of harm?
vacuosness of a raging din in the miles
wests with a pink, to reanger the dolt of war
gentiles
places of acumen, if not cumin in the nose
wherefore to live in the limp of a sterling shine
of craving for a saving grace, to kindle a romance of woes
in the name of god, to serve the resolution of an alcoholic vice...?
sanity at your cost, is my reward
shadows of future ink, in the pride of a doling worth, kissed with riches
found in the toil of etc., in hurried disease is a language for faired
wine and the dole of demons, now is the silence of life's stitches
frankly, wedded in stirring water
the dream of thorn's and enmity of an egg
where the snoring and the adoring has a rafter
where even a bird with smiles knows the tartness of a jade, to beg
for a salt, to collect in the seasons for a draw of sincerity
like your navel in the miles, we afford the wisdom of a sense of few's
to liberate the silence of a sight with no idea for the shadow of virginity
half and call to shape the future of neglect, is this worm the messiah of you?
don't
the neighbors know you by a name lost to ages, for a rusty pride...
the history of a catatonic heed for blindness to love the moment
of a horn or the tooth of stars in love with themselves, life
lightning strikes twice, if your dead
how, the vision of night in your pale path, to risen reigns of wishes and the smell of kings
collected to these, we stir with a passion to rescind as the mirth in a feed
of breath on your cheek, where even a heart with directions to a wealth, knows its westing's
jim and the hours until a light is there
to remember a sky with a craving, for portions
ten to eleven with a side of callous pears
instinct in the mar, of candor for a freedom, too finish any
paula and the ours in love, to regret but a style
of chances and the haunt of babes for a hellion of many
stings of a brute in the rain, to know a hebrew smile?
sex in the done of harm?
vacuosness of a raging din in the miles
wests with a pink, to reanger the dolt of war
gentiles
places of acumen, if not cumin in the nose
wherefore to live in the limp of a sterling shine
of craving for a saving grace, to kindle a romance of woes
in the name of god, to serve the resolution of an alcoholic vice...?
sanity at your cost, is my reward
shadows of future ink, in the pride of a doling worth, kissed with riches
found in the toil of etc., in hurried disease is a language for faired
wine and the dole of demons, now is the silence of life's stitches
frankly, wedded in stirring water
the dream of thorn's and enmity of an egg
where the snoring and the adoring has a rafter
where even a bird with smiles knows the tartness of a jade, to beg
for a salt, to collect in the seasons for a draw of sincerity
like your navel in the miles, we afford the wisdom of a sense of few's
to liberate the silence of a sight with no idea for the shadow of virginity
half and call to shape the future of neglect, is this worm the messiah of you?
don't
the neighbors know you by a name lost to ages, for a rusty pride...
the history of a catatonic heed for blindness to love the moment
of a horn or the tooth of stars in love with themselves, life
lightning strikes twice, if your dead
how, the vision of night in your pale path, to risen reigns of wishes and the smell of kings
collected to these, we stir with a passion to rescind as the mirth in a feed
of breath on your cheek, where even a heart with directions to a wealth, knows its westing's
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Tweedledee And Tweedledum Haven`t Never Eaten Fish?
Tweedledee And Tweedledum Haven`t Never Eaten Fish?
