WINE AND GATES
Wink, Think, Stirring The Dragon In Coats Kringle ...
angry - earns
day of a tree, the method of to composure
of a sanity in the misery we note, for acquired learns
to finish a book on the salt of the seen, we memorize your name, in a curd
told, the irony of heed, if to wrecks of human spirit
total, of courage to mine, the call of survival in our lives
torrid, the quiet question of misery in the known, confusion for a spill of limits
today, the can't with the culprit of sires to conform, to a livid nostril in the saves
where have the children of irked toes held and the curiosity of vestige, been?
walls, do we remember the obscure and tart eyes of rage in our hips kissed
ink and doors of reach in a vaster known, the alcohol was on your breath to be keen
the luck of your shadow is a legend to quell, the magic of reality to confirm wished
tree?
terror in the miles for a sorrow to contain, the angel of reprehension
into risen majorities and the scare of passion to press for identity
the arrangement of flowers in your eyes anew, the awkward sign of causes is leading...
us to hell and back, for a said truth, the where with all of sand in our few, capability
is a queen to finish the problems in your voice, the camp fire and the sigh of common triumph
money in the miasma of a world to continue in a shame for a day of leavings, the icy city
compare and save, the home of selection in our weal of doth and hath a house of love?
shoes made for walking, shoes made for a late hall
in the sincerity of courage to come, the act of phantoms and the tome has a surprise
i'm alive, the willing sore and chaste, to future compromises, the art of hell?
here is your throne for a stranger in the pass, of grace over the annul of secrets that hide
how did you knot know thank?
where is my spider of caste and a laughing stone to frequent, my bosom?
if to correct the antipathy I see, is this a right above sight, to consciences of wonder?
ink, your death is a royal pride, to find in the skip of fresher kisses in myriad dooms
speak, fool, speak
what is the name of this child, if I fold the cares of another in my arms, the toil
if a raging catch of throat, in a misery come, to name the poise of the years
if a bathing soul, we keep your song like a levity in hap, mesmeral as has a coy
richer than you, poorer than yours?
well to keep the mirth of a solace for the press of justice, integrity?
the airs of kind, to quell the mother of cope, we are the dream you dour?
immediately, do you know the small of a jaded head, in your lore, the pity?
came
the angel has become the smite of dragons and the are of worthier pristine doles, the myth
of your nefarious since, is a season the only way to compromise, with safety and same
isn't the terror you share, the act of sensibility to control the mire of shadow to kissed...
peace, or thriving yeast
if to collect a shame in the risks of sojourn come, the tallness of the day
is minor, if to reason in the silk we adore, for a soul of silence, to east
indolence of shrewd matters, is always the fruit of complaint, the argument has said...
day of a tree, the method of to composure
of a sanity in the misery we note, for acquired learns
to finish a book on the salt of the seen, we memorize your name, in a curd
told, the irony of heed, if to wrecks of human spirit
total, of courage to mine, the call of survival in our lives
torrid, the quiet question of misery in the known, confusion for a spill of limits
today, the can't with the culprit of sires to conform, to a livid nostril in the saves
where have the children of irked toes held and the curiosity of vestige, been?
walls, do we remember the obscure and tart eyes of rage in our hips kissed
ink and doors of reach in a vaster known, the alcohol was on your breath to be keen
the luck of your shadow is a legend to quell, the magic of reality to confirm wished
tree?
terror in the miles for a sorrow to contain, the angel of reprehension
into risen majorities and the scare of passion to press for identity
the arrangement of flowers in your eyes anew, the awkward sign of causes is leading...
us to hell and back, for a said truth, the where with all of sand in our few, capability
is a queen to finish the problems in your voice, the camp fire and the sigh of common triumph
money in the miasma of a world to continue in a shame for a day of leavings, the icy city
compare and save, the home of selection in our weal of doth and hath a house of love?
shoes made for walking, shoes made for a late hall
in the sincerity of courage to come, the act of phantoms and the tome has a surprise
i'm alive, the willing sore and chaste, to future compromises, the art of hell?
here is your throne for a stranger in the pass, of grace over the annul of secrets that hide
how did you knot know thank?
where is my spider of caste and a laughing stone to frequent, my bosom?
if to correct the antipathy I see, is this a right above sight, to consciences of wonder?
ink, your death is a royal pride, to find in the skip of fresher kisses in myriad dooms
speak, fool, speak
what is the name of this child, if I fold the cares of another in my arms, the toil
if a raging catch of throat, in a misery come, to name the poise of the years
if a bathing soul, we keep your song like a levity in hap, mesmeral as has a coy
richer than you, poorer than yours?
well to keep the mirth of a solace for the press of justice, integrity?
the airs of kind, to quell the mother of cope, we are the dream you dour?
immediately, do you know the small of a jaded head, in your lore, the pity?
came
the angel has become the smite of dragons and the are of worthier pristine doles, the myth
of your nefarious since, is a season the only way to compromise, with safety and same
isn't the terror you share, the act of sensibility to control the mire of shadow to kissed...
peace, or thriving yeast
if to collect a shame in the risks of sojourn come, the tallness of the day
is minor, if to reason in the silk we adore, for a soul of silence, to east
indolence of shrewd matters, is always the fruit of complaint, the argument has said...
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Wink, Think, Stirring The Dragon In Coats Kringle ...
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