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mean, to measure
the reasons of fruit in a role of violence
to worthier wishes or the burden of kisses, weird
is the name of fathers than don't, the reality of proper kin's...
sorry, soul, semblance in love
the martyring of ailing and failing sore, thumbs
of choice in our visit to requiem, the metal of any and does
order for a sandier witness, of realization to select, a feeling or a number
if to influence the wall of sameness to quell, rent horrors of vision think...?
but a lip of circumstance, to hark upon the modicum of seemly have worked?
is this enacted ploy of waters and the fate of heirs, to imagine a wink?
the tale of stead and fed rules for the might, we know the luck of a bitterness of a savior
may?
hatred has a face, even the myriad voices in the rise of then to know
where exaction of a sanity is for the few, that keep the world to say
immersed in the briefness of want, we know the collection of madness in homes
petty, pretty, persuasion of ice?
now, we are the ark of a somehow and greater low, to figure upon the needs
of a stone of reaches and the hell of eases of sound, for the many to live
where even a shroud of sense in the miracle we saw for a duress, rhymes with shared eaves
simple knowledge, embarrassing regret for, a knuckle
the logic of redoubt in the more, to wait upon the stars to move
if to recency of gains, then the pleasure of worth still
the calm of dead eyes found, the militancy of winds will be ours, to sovereignty...
wasn't this hair of a chance, to care for a signature of domain in the since
for the rests of angels and the fell hour of sour and naked redress, the talk
of a new remorse in the philosophy of nary done likened...
shined misuse of gorgeous liberty to fish the news, a bitter smile with bends, is milk
power?
to live and wait upon the sincerity of fury and the flower of succor to come, now
in these words and the all of hurry of hence in our throats, this molestation of ours
is a raging habit of doors found, for the misery of curiosity in the doles we vow
risk the adage of need, and you to will, see a hand
of causes and craving dread of silences, made to shame the any in mind
what could a little bared hour, be, if the serious of the land?
their call, our fall, in the mother of invention to come, for a courage in time
hole, in the stir of acumen to devour, your happiness
well to find, the mire of secrets in my delirium, for a sanction, of with held
in the tears of frustration to senses, made from the bite of agony in the proud bless
of a cold and nearing season of wind that has come, to these for a gathering of hells
the reasons of fruit in a role of violence
to worthier wishes or the burden of kisses, weird
is the name of fathers than don't, the reality of proper kin's...
sorry, soul, semblance in love
the martyring of ailing and failing sore, thumbs
of choice in our visit to requiem, the metal of any and does
order for a sandier witness, of realization to select, a feeling or a number
if to influence the wall of sameness to quell, rent horrors of vision think...?
but a lip of circumstance, to hark upon the modicum of seemly have worked?
is this enacted ploy of waters and the fate of heirs, to imagine a wink?
the tale of stead and fed rules for the might, we know the luck of a bitterness of a savior
may?
hatred has a face, even the myriad voices in the rise of then to know
where exaction of a sanity is for the few, that keep the world to say
immersed in the briefness of want, we know the collection of madness in homes
petty, pretty, persuasion of ice?
now, we are the ark of a somehow and greater low, to figure upon the needs
of a stone of reaches and the hell of eases of sound, for the many to live
where even a shroud of sense in the miracle we saw for a duress, rhymes with shared eaves
simple knowledge, embarrassing regret for, a knuckle
the logic of redoubt in the more, to wait upon the stars to move
if to recency of gains, then the pleasure of worth still
the calm of dead eyes found, the militancy of winds will be ours, to sovereignty...
wasn't this hair of a chance, to care for a signature of domain in the since
for the rests of angels and the fell hour of sour and naked redress, the talk
of a new remorse in the philosophy of nary done likened...
shined misuse of gorgeous liberty to fish the news, a bitter smile with bends, is milk
power?
to live and wait upon the sincerity of fury and the flower of succor to come, now
in these words and the all of hurry of hence in our throats, this molestation of ours
is a raging habit of doors found, for the misery of curiosity in the doles we vow
risk the adage of need, and you to will, see a hand
of causes and craving dread of silences, made to shame the any in mind
what could a little bared hour, be, if the serious of the land?
their call, our fall, in the mother of invention to come, for a courage in time
hole, in the stir of acumen to devour, your happiness
well to find, the mire of secrets in my delirium, for a sanction, of with held
in the tears of frustration to senses, made from the bite of agony in the proud bless
of a cold and nearing season of wind that has come, to these for a gathering of hells
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