WINE AND GATES
With Each Day Comes The Burden Of Dancing...
starvation, the example if now, the salt of reach
impossible truths, if to reflect upon a sighing
in the saviors of courage we dream with, antipathy or sense, beseech?
common the sound, of risen measures of time, a cold show of which to rhyme...?
hour of souls, on the hill of the Sabbath and its queen
misery for the price of a named gift, the altruism of vision
integrity as the casualness of distress in our mayhem, as a seventh king?
look upon the nation of sensitivity to our right, the prayer of silence's ink?
why, the price of wrists...
why, the added beg of worth, in the misery of the rain...
why, left to urges in the court of couth, wiser by the insist's...
why, the smile of dementia for the ashes of metal, committed to again...
kind, or saviors of hind's, the charity of spite
well is the name of show and place of salivation, you were actuality
implied to defenses of myriad courses in the force, of passion in strides...
doesn't the smile in your now, see the hope in a craving for entity?
omission, if not the terror of submission?
if to condonement, the anger of subtle witness of goals in the issues
of reprehensibility and the calm before the stay of winds, that are asking
the toil of reason, if a cope is a consideration is the fate of loss?
mine, during
suggestion, pride
conscience, fury
mystery, lied
same neighbor as the fissure of courage in the spill of hearts if the sake?
candor at the cost of silliness in the nerves of gestures seen, the taller burden...?
in the season of choice, we know your childhood is, if to correct the noise of faith
panic in the severity of natures order, we also have a call to clean, tin's sin...?
whisper's of don't, and the argument of shapes if the shadows anew
is and this, the miracle of justice in your furthering sore nose you might?
implied to fashions of authority in the milk of human origins that haven't, could
if the miasma of somber turns of wishes is, ever in the briefness of light, shyness?
told? the habit of reach for the signature of solace, the mar of success
tenth's?, ecstasy of religion to burn its wealth in the mind, of curiosity
tree's?, composure of a salutation to the smartness of chance, is a luck thieves?
tower's? this plainness of sweet suicide is a frost to keep a method of allowed energy?
death, in your hand is a life, to quell with a simplicity of able sorrow?
exactly, the have of compromise, is still the stranger fate, of a secret in your kisses
bones, if in the myriad guess of sour tongues to confirm a relationship of strength, tomorrow
tombs, indicating the tooth of God, improper is a chaste of sitting with meaning's legions?
share, the name of pompossity worth the season of your night, as a hell is a rash spirit?
of cessation in the voice of stares, you keep for a willing sanity, the capability of hope
was our gift, to you for the pristine fold of superiority, in the paces of stones to limit?
the pressure of society in your feat of stumbling upon, the courage of water if a found love...
prayer, is your house
ilk, is your meandering question to answer in the fastness of condition seen
fantasy, is a raging thought for the mire of walls and offended salt, of should joy, thou's?
timid, though a graceful ear in the sulking future we deliver, to a changing season of in
buzzes
sated lividity if the contrivance of singing in the shame of tension is a swearing debacle?
inclement, or pouting at the situation at handsome cravings for a saving hurry of distances
to a water in love with finality, steam is your our, steam is your power, steam is your shall...
impossible truths, if to reflect upon a sighing
in the saviors of courage we dream with, antipathy or sense, beseech?
common the sound, of risen measures of time, a cold show of which to rhyme...?
hour of souls, on the hill of the Sabbath and its queen
misery for the price of a named gift, the altruism of vision
integrity as the casualness of distress in our mayhem, as a seventh king?
look upon the nation of sensitivity to our right, the prayer of silence's ink?
why, the price of wrists...
why, the added beg of worth, in the misery of the rain...
why, left to urges in the court of couth, wiser by the insist's...
why, the smile of dementia for the ashes of metal, committed to again...
kind, or saviors of hind's, the charity of spite
well is the name of show and place of salivation, you were actuality
implied to defenses of myriad courses in the force, of passion in strides...
doesn't the smile in your now, see the hope in a craving for entity?
omission, if not the terror of submission?
if to condonement, the anger of subtle witness of goals in the issues
of reprehensibility and the calm before the stay of winds, that are asking
the toil of reason, if a cope is a consideration is the fate of loss?
mine, during
suggestion, pride
conscience, fury
mystery, lied
same neighbor as the fissure of courage in the spill of hearts if the sake?
candor at the cost of silliness in the nerves of gestures seen, the taller burden...?
in the season of choice, we know your childhood is, if to correct the noise of faith
panic in the severity of natures order, we also have a call to clean, tin's sin...?
whisper's of don't, and the argument of shapes if the shadows anew
is and this, the miracle of justice in your furthering sore nose you might?
implied to fashions of authority in the milk of human origins that haven't, could
if the miasma of somber turns of wishes is, ever in the briefness of light, shyness?
told? the habit of reach for the signature of solace, the mar of success
tenth's?, ecstasy of religion to burn its wealth in the mind, of curiosity
tree's?, composure of a salutation to the smartness of chance, is a luck thieves?
tower's? this plainness of sweet suicide is a frost to keep a method of allowed energy?
death, in your hand is a life, to quell with a simplicity of able sorrow?
exactly, the have of compromise, is still the stranger fate, of a secret in your kisses
bones, if in the myriad guess of sour tongues to confirm a relationship of strength, tomorrow
tombs, indicating the tooth of God, improper is a chaste of sitting with meaning's legions?
share, the name of pompossity worth the season of your night, as a hell is a rash spirit?
of cessation in the voice of stares, you keep for a willing sanity, the capability of hope
was our gift, to you for the pristine fold of superiority, in the paces of stones to limit?
the pressure of society in your feat of stumbling upon, the courage of water if a found love...
prayer, is your house
ilk, is your meandering question to answer in the fastness of condition seen
fantasy, is a raging thought for the mire of walls and offended salt, of should joy, thou's?
timid, though a graceful ear in the sulking future we deliver, to a changing season of in
buzzes
sated lividity if the contrivance of singing in the shame of tension is a swearing debacle?
inclement, or pouting at the situation at handsome cravings for a saving hurry of distances
to a water in love with finality, steam is your our, steam is your power, steam is your shall...
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With Each Day Comes The Burden Of Dancing...
With Each Day Comes The Burden Of Dancing...