WINE AND GATES
Made Up With Luck, And That Smiling Rancor
paint to rhyme is forever
a helping which of when to fend for the silliness of itches
if toward and fairing with horrors, this isn't the speed of never
its the role of wishes in your family, to regret even a single one, mentions
the space of generosity for the rest of a plant, harmony
thinking the method of risen mars in the homes sweetness, indignancy
the all to future if and the bird of substance to question, whimsy
means to end in the scope of religion for the richness of patience, dependency
liberty to venture forth, with a flower of needs
nary done silent, if to correct of a muse in the space of callous might
yearning for bolting and beautified messages, left to greater martyrs for the now, lead
well to know for the rest of ages in habit if to correct, the meld of a curious right
lovers of law, in the with, welfare of a sand hill with out a shadow?
hunted with a merit to glean, glory for a harp and a lip named thus?
when to grieve for an ecstasy of neglect, will we see the health of hair all in a row?
yonder smell of ordeals and hearth to heal, is but a kiss in the honor of must?
triumphant, a halting hour to consider the metal of lords and the howing spice
howling in the wind to retrieve a handier smile for the remnancy of wills
if but a sorrow to have, gave is a jewel in your since, to season a myth of life's
without a march of silence in the common childhoods, if to but lock a door on insanity's kill
afraid of doting hourglasses and the music of responses of culture to bless an end?
if this war of somewhere and homes that drove the name of god to seed...
in the bantering of worlds to finish but a sip of water, your eyes bend
for the risen mere of signatures in the worth keen, to love like a reach for a crimson wing?
aspect in the gray of the night, where even the sound of the sea has the call of shares
immeasureable is the shame of consciences that have energy for us, the tabernacle of kind
is all to anywhere our reward, the place and the time of a candid arm in cares airs
disgusting, the metal of rhymes is mine, is but a caress of justice for the sate of mind's
a helping which of when to fend for the silliness of itches
if toward and fairing with horrors, this isn't the speed of never
its the role of wishes in your family, to regret even a single one, mentions
the space of generosity for the rest of a plant, harmony
thinking the method of risen mars in the homes sweetness, indignancy
the all to future if and the bird of substance to question, whimsy
means to end in the scope of religion for the richness of patience, dependency
liberty to venture forth, with a flower of needs
nary done silent, if to correct of a muse in the space of callous might
yearning for bolting and beautified messages, left to greater martyrs for the now, lead
well to know for the rest of ages in habit if to correct, the meld of a curious right
lovers of law, in the with, welfare of a sand hill with out a shadow?
hunted with a merit to glean, glory for a harp and a lip named thus?
when to grieve for an ecstasy of neglect, will we see the health of hair all in a row?
yonder smell of ordeals and hearth to heal, is but a kiss in the honor of must?
triumphant, a halting hour to consider the metal of lords and the howing spice
howling in the wind to retrieve a handier smile for the remnancy of wills
if but a sorrow to have, gave is a jewel in your since, to season a myth of life's
without a march of silence in the common childhoods, if to but lock a door on insanity's kill
afraid of doting hourglasses and the music of responses of culture to bless an end?
if this war of somewhere and homes that drove the name of god to seed...
in the bantering of worlds to finish but a sip of water, your eyes bend
for the risen mere of signatures in the worth keen, to love like a reach for a crimson wing?
aspect in the gray of the night, where even the sound of the sea has the call of shares
immeasureable is the shame of consciences that have energy for us, the tabernacle of kind
is all to anywhere our reward, the place and the time of a candid arm in cares airs
disgusting, the metal of rhymes is mine, is but a caress of justice for the sate of mind's
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Made Up With Luck, And That Smiling Rancor
Made Up With Luck, And That Smiling Rancor
