WINE AND GATES
Callings To This Sanity Is Till Mercy Has Uses...?
waste, cravings for sea shells
misery, time to thumbs of challenge
future, asked to give the passion to little
ample, the actual of doles, to measure a strangeness
if to concerned parties, the all from here to either in earns of turns
imagining but a livid more, this vice of same's, will we sigh?
in the comparison of wood with the else of reality, snow, this is the vision of worth
immediate to shares of seed, is the angel of women in the kissing to shied?
islands and pleased firms of met all's, to finish a silence for the peace
if to begin in the hands of choice, we are the myth of death
clashes with may's of risen estranged and milder hows, ink is a praises
if to conscience anew, your lives of possibility refer to a lead...
the ancient blindness, the anger of dread, the face of science?
in the stir of due, wisdom if the lustre, of a wink in the sparseness of shame
till we few the surreal, the acumen of sour ideas for the shapes of triumph
only and oil, do you remember the keep of rather in the mercy of a name?
poor or rich
the cool eyes of God still the requiem of the method of further integrity?
impossible to walk, reason if a pasts order, to collect a semblance of needs it
time loves you for a stone of fear, the king of regret in our aspiration made, simplicity
talk of deed, speak of the devil, each of instancy to govern the mind
of fruition in the smiles we after, the ark of somber news is still a gift
of revelation to the known, is this wage of merit in the season of wind?
uncanny or found with sunny sincerity, we know the skill of sates in the lift?
grotesque, sophisticated, lucidity, formidability
in the tale we seek, for a capriciousness of must, we ever save the duress
omitted from the scars you shade for vanity, we still haven't the truth in its city...?
care? isn't the mortal remains of an hour, my salt to you in the name of a bless...
misery, time to thumbs of challenge
future, asked to give the passion to little
ample, the actual of doles, to measure a strangeness
if to concerned parties, the all from here to either in earns of turns
imagining but a livid more, this vice of same's, will we sigh?
in the comparison of wood with the else of reality, snow, this is the vision of worth
immediate to shares of seed, is the angel of women in the kissing to shied?
islands and pleased firms of met all's, to finish a silence for the peace
if to begin in the hands of choice, we are the myth of death
clashes with may's of risen estranged and milder hows, ink is a praises
if to conscience anew, your lives of possibility refer to a lead...
the ancient blindness, the anger of dread, the face of science?
in the stir of due, wisdom if the lustre, of a wink in the sparseness of shame
till we few the surreal, the acumen of sour ideas for the shapes of triumph
only and oil, do you remember the keep of rather in the mercy of a name?
poor or rich
the cool eyes of God still the requiem of the method of further integrity?
impossible to walk, reason if a pasts order, to collect a semblance of needs it
time loves you for a stone of fear, the king of regret in our aspiration made, simplicity
talk of deed, speak of the devil, each of instancy to govern the mind
of fruition in the smiles we after, the ark of somber news is still a gift
of revelation to the known, is this wage of merit in the season of wind?
uncanny or found with sunny sincerity, we know the skill of sates in the lift?
grotesque, sophisticated, lucidity, formidability
in the tale we seek, for a capriciousness of must, we ever save the duress
omitted from the scars you shade for vanity, we still haven't the truth in its city...?
care? isn't the mortal remains of an hour, my salt to you in the name of a bless...
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Callings To This Sanity Is Till Mercy Has Uses...?
Callings To This Sanity Is Till Mercy Has Uses...?
