WINE AND GATES
A Pie With Hyper Children Fidget's Like Yeast?
risk
in the panic, of a solace to chew
the life of another neighbor with a pink
glory for the risen hoary of grace of you
islands of a human being's assume lucabration?
for a weal to shell and the irony of hell
to wage a war with a silence in the muses we chant?
medicine and the smile of a governed well?
pickles, do I smell?
with donuts, is this my nose?
caring for caches, can we'ds lick my religion's?
isn't a water a rhyme before the house of Lucifer?
politely, done to irony
withheld sweet, in the door of nativity
calling for candor, can lead ask the devil for an opinion
is a water, a reason after the heart of a city?
given the dole, we savages of the risen mirth
in the tales and the failure of a wind, to regret yearning name's
this is a mayonnaise known for grass, on this earth
maybe a flower with shiny dreams for the rest of the night, shamed
hair with flowers in them, years of wills of the wash, to deliberate a clash
in the fame of a chastity, if not charity of a risen eyebrow, of elementary
knowledge of a reach for wink of a season in your wanting another fashion
of relationship of cloth to the world, as a cloud marrying the vapor of a sea
can a ghost ever see the rainbow of a smile in yearning ice to live with a martyr?
suggestion in the nature of spirits to atone for a poised reality of route's?
improvised or kind, we correct a sting of youth for a native care?
candor of a smoke divine by your chin, in the waiting of a clemency seen in a pout?
in the panic, of a solace to chew
the life of another neighbor with a pink
glory for the risen hoary of grace of you
islands of a human being's assume lucabration?
for a weal to shell and the irony of hell
to wage a war with a silence in the muses we chant?
medicine and the smile of a governed well?
pickles, do I smell?
with donuts, is this my nose?
caring for caches, can we'ds lick my religion's?
isn't a water a rhyme before the house of Lucifer?
politely, done to irony
withheld sweet, in the door of nativity
calling for candor, can lead ask the devil for an opinion
is a water, a reason after the heart of a city?
given the dole, we savages of the risen mirth
in the tales and the failure of a wind, to regret yearning name's
this is a mayonnaise known for grass, on this earth
maybe a flower with shiny dreams for the rest of the night, shamed
hair with flowers in them, years of wills of the wash, to deliberate a clash
in the fame of a chastity, if not charity of a risen eyebrow, of elementary
knowledge of a reach for wink of a season in your wanting another fashion
of relationship of cloth to the world, as a cloud marrying the vapor of a sea
can a ghost ever see the rainbow of a smile in yearning ice to live with a martyr?
suggestion in the nature of spirits to atone for a poised reality of route's?
improvised or kind, we correct a sting of youth for a native care?
candor of a smoke divine by your chin, in the waiting of a clemency seen in a pout?
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A Pie With Hyper Children Fidget`s Like Yeast?
A Pie With Hyper Children Fidget`s Like Yeast?