WINE AND GATES
And Dreams Owed Love Is Causing Eternal Sorrow?
chants of sand?
in your eye, to quantify the stain
of redoubt, in a lands hand
the sign of roles and the carefulness of holy rain?
strain and see, the variety
of gold and the aching hold, of virtue
in a labor of vexation and the since of seasons, dainty
is the name of a vote for health, to question a butterfly who ...?
sticks, and a ripe berry known as an olive
stones, in the stir of anger we since, the order
bones, if a lover ever has a language to adore, in your save
words, all in a wrath, to question a miracle of sordid tears, worlds
still, and a rage of burdens in the pass of ought, have
stares, in the will's of community's to clear the fame of oddity
blood, if a flower knows the cessation of wishes in your grasp, raves
winds, all of a change for the nose of each's and the seriousness of pride, liberty
sweeter?
and to a house of choice in the briefness of gall and the bread of without
in a haze of comments made, to know a luck and the survival of cause, turns
of your place and time, is a rage of onus to view the moments until now...?
clever, the message of reason in the mind of a solitude to fend for mere
cunning, the smile of notoriety to finish the admission of kind from the focus of tongues
sly, the delirium of souls with a slapped here, to know the courage of a hap if weird
misogyny, the whisper of sense in the ends of silence we consider for the heart among
is it us, or did we die?
in the sensation of seasons and the ilk of conscience, to come with a sexual liscence
in the innermost passion we continue, with a fire that has no realm of lies
held to irony and the art of honor to kiss but a prayer of final rational for sin's
true, if not eyes of more
the being and strength, of a dole in tendancy's proven, for a climb of should
and who'th is a requiem of nourished souls or spirits, war
is your tears run, to the sanity of chances with a done god, who is after your future
reasons and rational's in the mar of season's and actual life, to know
the talk of unity and the bounding ever in our belly's for a cope, is many
the solution of since, to consider the ashes of a fear that has a glow
of sacred thumbs and the vaguery of fingers of limits seen, by anguish and the stir of anarchy
a slap of identity or the milk of issues deformed by the years of gentle ought?
gross to voice, your the harrowed smile in the miles, we know for the liberty we meet
is to ask, the fate of generosity of all, the miracle we saw, not
the cold indication of moments of judgment for a share in the pasts worth, ecstasy?
in your eye, to quantify the stain
of redoubt, in a lands hand
the sign of roles and the carefulness of holy rain?
strain and see, the variety
of gold and the aching hold, of virtue
in a labor of vexation and the since of seasons, dainty
is the name of a vote for health, to question a butterfly who ...?
sticks, and a ripe berry known as an olive
stones, in the stir of anger we since, the order
bones, if a lover ever has a language to adore, in your save
words, all in a wrath, to question a miracle of sordid tears, worlds
still, and a rage of burdens in the pass of ought, have
stares, in the will's of community's to clear the fame of oddity
blood, if a flower knows the cessation of wishes in your grasp, raves
winds, all of a change for the nose of each's and the seriousness of pride, liberty
sweeter?
and to a house of choice in the briefness of gall and the bread of without
in a haze of comments made, to know a luck and the survival of cause, turns
of your place and time, is a rage of onus to view the moments until now...?
clever, the message of reason in the mind of a solitude to fend for mere
cunning, the smile of notoriety to finish the admission of kind from the focus of tongues
sly, the delirium of souls with a slapped here, to know the courage of a hap if weird
misogyny, the whisper of sense in the ends of silence we consider for the heart among
is it us, or did we die?
in the sensation of seasons and the ilk of conscience, to come with a sexual liscence
in the innermost passion we continue, with a fire that has no realm of lies
held to irony and the art of honor to kiss but a prayer of final rational for sin's
true, if not eyes of more
the being and strength, of a dole in tendancy's proven, for a climb of should
and who'th is a requiem of nourished souls or spirits, war
is your tears run, to the sanity of chances with a done god, who is after your future
reasons and rational's in the mar of season's and actual life, to know
the talk of unity and the bounding ever in our belly's for a cope, is many
the solution of since, to consider the ashes of a fear that has a glow
of sacred thumbs and the vaguery of fingers of limits seen, by anguish and the stir of anarchy
a slap of identity or the milk of issues deformed by the years of gentle ought?
gross to voice, your the harrowed smile in the miles, we know for the liberty we meet
is to ask, the fate of generosity of all, the miracle we saw, not
the cold indication of moments of judgment for a share in the pasts worth, ecstasy?
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And Dreams Owed Love Is Causing Eternal Sorrow?
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