WINE AND GATES
Sometimes Being On Fire, Is A God Thing
talking to dragons
if the metal of overtness is a labor in live
to consider, even continue with a kiss of regret, many
or frustration seen, the courage of another mine of callous riches?
if to deeds in the mirrors of friendship, the allegiance of questions
for a misery in known thoroughness, to divide on the lips
isn't our method of gall and the guarantee, of money in the service to silence?
if to winds, the tale of searching and harboring the more, I'm the curiosity of is...
semblance made, there in the salt, of requiem to furor, mystery
shadows of shame to devour, the court of verily the assumption of weird's, hatred
succor in the sadness of liberty to come, the problem of salaciousness, history
satisfaction of corpulence in finess known, to few the rather of souls, fates
smell like pie around here?
never, or cyanide?
in the west, the oracle of sides and the signature of lover's, to hear?
if the charity of selection in the mire of sense is to redeem, shyness?
have one, the error of sincerity is to few the kind of you
immediate to the survival of ages in our terror of legends, if not laps
the hulk of shares and the feat of sayer's, in the guile you approved as couth
tomorrow? so does the myth of vanity in your mouth, where worth is but a naked baptism
more?
even suggested...
the wills of walking and the half of sin in the belly of war
run for the sun, age for the gun, sense for suspense, and iration for minds digestion...
when of heat made better to know than you, the marvel of alacrity
is but a sound of prayer away, the ours of seclusion for the habit
of demons and the egg of wishes we made, for a rhyme and a reason of when, entity
is a courage of final lore and the source of challenges made, for a goodness to whit...
if the metal of overtness is a labor in live
to consider, even continue with a kiss of regret, many
or frustration seen, the courage of another mine of callous riches?
if to deeds in the mirrors of friendship, the allegiance of questions
for a misery in known thoroughness, to divide on the lips
isn't our method of gall and the guarantee, of money in the service to silence?
if to winds, the tale of searching and harboring the more, I'm the curiosity of is...
semblance made, there in the salt, of requiem to furor, mystery
shadows of shame to devour, the court of verily the assumption of weird's, hatred
succor in the sadness of liberty to come, the problem of salaciousness, history
satisfaction of corpulence in finess known, to few the rather of souls, fates
smell like pie around here?
never, or cyanide?
in the west, the oracle of sides and the signature of lover's, to hear?
if the charity of selection in the mire of sense is to redeem, shyness?
have one, the error of sincerity is to few the kind of you
immediate to the survival of ages in our terror of legends, if not laps
the hulk of shares and the feat of sayer's, in the guile you approved as couth
tomorrow? so does the myth of vanity in your mouth, where worth is but a naked baptism
more?
even suggested...
the wills of walking and the half of sin in the belly of war
run for the sun, age for the gun, sense for suspense, and iration for minds digestion...
when of heat made better to know than you, the marvel of alacrity
is but a sound of prayer away, the ours of seclusion for the habit
of demons and the egg of wishes we made, for a rhyme and a reason of when, entity
is a courage of final lore and the source of challenges made, for a goodness to whit...
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Sometimes Being On Fire, Is A God Thing
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