WINE AND GATES
Pity And Thunderous Applause Earned Salty Images?
metal me
youth you
weird to know you, blessing's and anarchy
if anywhere but the house, of solitude
immediate, the sound of curiosity in our midst
the fineness of entity to realm, our lips
if to regret a naivete forever, the walking mores we keep for is
integrity and the ailing smile of reality formed for a neglect of risk
the care of silence, wishes in the wholed, terror for a song that hasn't
if to ours anew, the marvel of opulence, made for goals and hardships of must
time to remember the mayhem of guesses and the honor to future meant
our beauty in the corner's of our eyes, well to do but made for the season of us
lucky? thirst for a selection of works under the nose of history, to realize a live
plucky? temptation in the mercies of where and walls of cause, if to ably crease
musical? improvisation to know the merit of care in the mileau of with to give
seductive? imperative increment had for a salt, and the sanity of gestures to cease
words
that saved the hinds of revelation seldom ever accuse more than for what is at hand
is all to wait, ink and paper to form for a reason seen, and then heard
could we finally kiss, to see to rage of implications in the house of the land?
eulogy of a nursed mind with a clashing ilk?
breath to the fore, we serve the indolence of reality found, reality sound, to the quiet
if and when that is a relationship present for the season of grace, known only as milk
impiety found and set to reasons known, this guarantee of misery is a love that is mine...
youth you
weird to know you, blessing's and anarchy
if anywhere but the house, of solitude
immediate, the sound of curiosity in our midst
the fineness of entity to realm, our lips
if to regret a naivete forever, the walking mores we keep for is
integrity and the ailing smile of reality formed for a neglect of risk
the care of silence, wishes in the wholed, terror for a song that hasn't
if to ours anew, the marvel of opulence, made for goals and hardships of must
time to remember the mayhem of guesses and the honor to future meant
our beauty in the corner's of our eyes, well to do but made for the season of us
lucky? thirst for a selection of works under the nose of history, to realize a live
plucky? temptation in the mercies of where and walls of cause, if to ably crease
musical? improvisation to know the merit of care in the mileau of with to give
seductive? imperative increment had for a salt, and the sanity of gestures to cease
words
that saved the hinds of revelation seldom ever accuse more than for what is at hand
is all to wait, ink and paper to form for a reason seen, and then heard
could we finally kiss, to see to rage of implications in the house of the land?
eulogy of a nursed mind with a clashing ilk?
breath to the fore, we serve the indolence of reality found, reality sound, to the quiet
if and when that is a relationship present for the season of grace, known only as milk
impiety found and set to reasons known, this guarantee of misery is a love that is mine...
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Pity And Thunderous Applause Earned Salty Images?
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