WINE AND GATES
A Dark Door Found In The Needs Of Winks Same...
a fresher fish...
thought in toes, of riches many
mire and myriad, things to think and see to, desist?
in the more of sates we abhor, adore the muse with any?
needs and the naivete of a further season
if here, to where the sands of opportunity
all to after, oft the mark of a growing native reason
in the reach of seclusion found, for the clearer reality
worth the welling, omniscience to fulfil
an act of supremacy to persuade, the sulking pace of hours?
of undone duress, the wake of quiet in the following hill
if to when, does a running myth of succor have the sense to know devour?
am to is, we know your shade of sigh's, to remember but a version of an epitomy
first in love, to keep a save, arches of souls that have no place
in the name of heaven with the liberty of silence for you, a courage in these...
save me from the smiles of others, for we know the acumen of indication says?
blood, builds of avarice, bile of notion
in yours, the accuracy of a jest with a mind so mad
that the very teeth of God, suggest the rigor of irony, portion for portion
with but a kiss of service, we have searched together, for the clash of the said
shame with a house of nothing but the cold origins of pain and sin
places where the might of virtue is agony in the throes of visions
to see the merit in a molested heart, in these days we know a passion
worth a new church, of sincerity for the masters of anger that have, derision
see the cancer of love before you
in the flames of angenue in horror to know, the scope of decision for you
in the miles until terror has a seen savage for the emissaries of who
in the name of a new order for the swords of dalliance that have come, to these for words
thought in toes, of riches many
mire and myriad, things to think and see to, desist?
in the more of sates we abhor, adore the muse with any?
needs and the naivete of a further season
if here, to where the sands of opportunity
all to after, oft the mark of a growing native reason
in the reach of seclusion found, for the clearer reality
worth the welling, omniscience to fulfil
an act of supremacy to persuade, the sulking pace of hours?
of undone duress, the wake of quiet in the following hill
if to when, does a running myth of succor have the sense to know devour?
am to is, we know your shade of sigh's, to remember but a version of an epitomy
first in love, to keep a save, arches of souls that have no place
in the name of heaven with the liberty of silence for you, a courage in these...
save me from the smiles of others, for we know the acumen of indication says?
blood, builds of avarice, bile of notion
in yours, the accuracy of a jest with a mind so mad
that the very teeth of God, suggest the rigor of irony, portion for portion
with but a kiss of service, we have searched together, for the clash of the said
shame with a house of nothing but the cold origins of pain and sin
places where the might of virtue is agony in the throes of visions
to see the merit in a molested heart, in these days we know a passion
worth a new church, of sincerity for the masters of anger that have, derision
see the cancer of love before you
in the flames of angenue in horror to know, the scope of decision for you
in the miles until terror has a seen savage for the emissaries of who
in the name of a new order for the swords of dalliance that have come, to these for words
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A Dark Door Found In The Needs Of Winks Same...
A Dark Door Found In The Needs Of Winks Same...
