WINE AND GATES
What Does It Take To Make You Here There?
dolls of venus
marry me with a smile, the tower in our mine
if to concern, the quarter of luster
if to compare, the care of sorrow in the universe's sign?
both?
in love to fulfill, the tart with the lips of orange summation
if to correct a mercy in the ply of adoration, the hearing of others
is a candor of fresh ideas, the only way to view the martyr of ink?
metaphor and the setting for a perfect murder...
the all in the math, of a sweeter change in the smell of cyanide found?
the art of heed, to dread is a lover of sour works
in the chaste we saw for each and every won...
is this paltry voice of sincerity to us, or is that wall of seeking, sought?
immediate, to promises of further torture of the poised, will
we dance or eat our weight in gold, the few you seek is but a dream with a knot
shoes that remind, the our of simplicity is for the irony of another's kill
shined?
if to comprise the fury of a spoiled child, the ark of covenants
is, a wish in the wind, for us, to grieve, and hold the name of money, that hind
the sound of war at our fingered trips, the worth of many more arms, to finish the sense
lies?
is not that we thus, the fuss of regret in our sadism to dwell, tight with a might
that will be just fine, the oracle of suggestion is still the eyes you found, sighs
of death in your excused more, is mine, to fifths of gesture and the generosity of silence
calls for a neck, to which and stream in the baring of salt to come
the ache of history for a lip, in the turn of shadows that make you
a welfare of sickness in the mar, of a dole without a prayer to love
thank you, even loves and kisses if you can make the anarchy of reasons argue could
tired, if not committed to futures of pink secrets and the wink of a creation
in your nose, for the marriage of time, if but a collective shape
of shares of causes that know you, vengeance, for a craving for estranged fire on
the naked response to curiosity that has come, for the miles until all in form is, hate...
purple
an addiction in the neglect of shakes and music to free the solitude, improbable as a life?
candy, the irk of strangers with a measure of did for your mind to tell
is this craze of sunshine in our mores, the work of ecstasy or the miracle of a strife?
poorer than you?
if to wreck the limes of virtue, where coconuts have the shimmy of clues
to wind the vision of seclusion we ask is, the heart of minutes alone, come due
if to reckonize but a sanctimony of blindness, worms and the taste of speed is found, who's?
verily, with but a serious stare at the method of homes and the ask of realms
indignant wealth, for the risks of reach in the morbidity we know to be, hallowed
when to fend, the capability of frustration in classes of reality fewed anew, helms
of ships named first, kisses with a mercy in mind, sake better names around the eyes for sound
marry me with a smile, the tower in our mine
if to concern, the quarter of luster
if to compare, the care of sorrow in the universe's sign?
both?
in love to fulfill, the tart with the lips of orange summation
if to correct a mercy in the ply of adoration, the hearing of others
is a candor of fresh ideas, the only way to view the martyr of ink?
metaphor and the setting for a perfect murder...
the all in the math, of a sweeter change in the smell of cyanide found?
the art of heed, to dread is a lover of sour works
in the chaste we saw for each and every won...
is this paltry voice of sincerity to us, or is that wall of seeking, sought?
immediate, to promises of further torture of the poised, will
we dance or eat our weight in gold, the few you seek is but a dream with a knot
shoes that remind, the our of simplicity is for the irony of another's kill
shined?
if to comprise the fury of a spoiled child, the ark of covenants
is, a wish in the wind, for us, to grieve, and hold the name of money, that hind
the sound of war at our fingered trips, the worth of many more arms, to finish the sense
lies?
is not that we thus, the fuss of regret in our sadism to dwell, tight with a might
that will be just fine, the oracle of suggestion is still the eyes you found, sighs
of death in your excused more, is mine, to fifths of gesture and the generosity of silence
calls for a neck, to which and stream in the baring of salt to come
the ache of history for a lip, in the turn of shadows that make you
a welfare of sickness in the mar, of a dole without a prayer to love
thank you, even loves and kisses if you can make the anarchy of reasons argue could
tired, if not committed to futures of pink secrets and the wink of a creation
in your nose, for the marriage of time, if but a collective shape
of shares of causes that know you, vengeance, for a craving for estranged fire on
the naked response to curiosity that has come, for the miles until all in form is, hate...
purple
an addiction in the neglect of shakes and music to free the solitude, improbable as a life?
candy, the irk of strangers with a measure of did for your mind to tell
is this craze of sunshine in our mores, the work of ecstasy or the miracle of a strife?
poorer than you?
if to wreck the limes of virtue, where coconuts have the shimmy of clues
to wind the vision of seclusion we ask is, the heart of minutes alone, come due
if to reckonize but a sanctimony of blindness, worms and the taste of speed is found, who's?
verily, with but a serious stare at the method of homes and the ask of realms
indignant wealth, for the risks of reach in the morbidity we know to be, hallowed
when to fend, the capability of frustration in classes of reality fewed anew, helms
of ships named first, kisses with a mercy in mind, sake better names around the eyes for sound
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What Does It Take To Make You Here There?
What Does It Take To Make You Here There?
