WINE AND GATES
Shame Entered Names So Excitement, Chin?
play to say, thou?
plain to sanity, how?
plural to society, sound?
pressure to savagery, allow?
wealth in your father's house, for the crassness of order
in the mar of urges and the wink of deeds done, either
is a layer of love found, for the call of wishes to accuse the world of, here?
embittered snores and the fate of other whores, should select a bite of hair...?
slow, slower, sluggish sates
in the milling works we adore, the antipathy of crescendo for the owe of done, might
we see the bracing of guile together, the miracle of shades
in the myth we both know is, the callous are of terror for a salt, light?
particular to excess, the our of aids and the fading days of soul's?
in the tell of religion for the rest of candor, the tombs of regret?
and to wind the fury of ash and the milk of semblances if, the requiem of doles...
in the name of a nation of given pasts and the habit of reaches for the sin of vision limp
how, now, or show
the ever in your minds conscience is a class of need in our grasp
per the selection of wills we seem to make a grace of honor to sew
the all of sensibility for the marriages to witness, but a kiss in the prayers of us
again I say...
the art of heads and the asking pride of shares of wasting those...
is a reason of virtue to confirm for a new liberty in the shape of way
if to corners and the concern of courses of profane misery, we are that we kept, to lows
way out there, the sign's of redemption for the aspiration of candor needed with any thing
the place of hearts and the avid remains of livid sorts, was but a kiss of and for dread
saying the dissuasion of cope in its midst, the act of hope for a method to welling
grandeur of a single point to clarify for a silence in the arms of good said...
worth your mine, or the mind of cold stares to vengeance itself, the lord
of condition and the angel of mortality to few, the mire of congeniality for a season
to know, the waiting of heaven is like this, the arks of causes and the business of more
convinced?, never is this fact more than a nod, to the vision of agony to reason
lovers in hath, lovers in a hold of deem, to correct each other
immediate to the smile of ages to consider for a sliver of why, evil?
mind and matter for a sharing thanks in the mission of murder, if not the rape of bother
this wink of Aldus legends and the arduous hunger of simplicity to come, for home to die, will
plain to sanity, how?
plural to society, sound?
pressure to savagery, allow?
wealth in your father's house, for the crassness of order
in the mar of urges and the wink of deeds done, either
is a layer of love found, for the call of wishes to accuse the world of, here?
embittered snores and the fate of other whores, should select a bite of hair...?
slow, slower, sluggish sates
in the milling works we adore, the antipathy of crescendo for the owe of done, might
we see the bracing of guile together, the miracle of shades
in the myth we both know is, the callous are of terror for a salt, light?
particular to excess, the our of aids and the fading days of soul's?
in the tell of religion for the rest of candor, the tombs of regret?
and to wind the fury of ash and the milk of semblances if, the requiem of doles...
in the name of a nation of given pasts and the habit of reaches for the sin of vision limp
how, now, or show
the ever in your minds conscience is a class of need in our grasp
per the selection of wills we seem to make a grace of honor to sew
the all of sensibility for the marriages to witness, but a kiss in the prayers of us
again I say...
the art of heads and the asking pride of shares of wasting those...
is a reason of virtue to confirm for a new liberty in the shape of way
if to corners and the concern of courses of profane misery, we are that we kept, to lows
way out there, the sign's of redemption for the aspiration of candor needed with any thing
the place of hearts and the avid remains of livid sorts, was but a kiss of and for dread
saying the dissuasion of cope in its midst, the act of hope for a method to welling
grandeur of a single point to clarify for a silence in the arms of good said...
worth your mine, or the mind of cold stares to vengeance itself, the lord
of condition and the angel of mortality to few, the mire of congeniality for a season
to know, the waiting of heaven is like this, the arks of causes and the business of more
convinced?, never is this fact more than a nod, to the vision of agony to reason
lovers in hath, lovers in a hold of deem, to correct each other
immediate to the smile of ages to consider for a sliver of why, evil?
mind and matter for a sharing thanks in the mission of murder, if not the rape of bother
this wink of Aldus legends and the arduous hunger of simplicity to come, for home to die, will
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Shame Entered Names So Excitement, Chin?
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