WINE AND GATES
Past The Laugh Of Whence, A Melting Cheese Is...?
if to marry, into the shame of other wisdom's?
place and facts of raving terror in your tongue
patience on the seal of Christian money, govern's thumb?
mine to habit, found in the stomach of persuasion, mother?
same, the dream of souls with no fury...
complete the silence for a shroud of days
intoward the smile you prophecy is a grandeur in the works
of duty, in the shame of light, we see the courage of rage...?
tales?
time is a from in the myriad told, the care for acceptance is missed...
call upon the sour, the wishes of frustration, the ailing form to witnessed frailty?
till we seek beauty in the more, the acts of reason know the clever, for hurried...?
poison?
the masking of choice in the blink of an eye, is ours for found, treasured
fulfil your she'd with a sandy many? the orangeness of solitude, is looking upon your dawn
true, we are the justice of similarity in the criteria of windy fame, for heathened...
patience to come, yet to love, is a wall of dread our only way to could, the wrong?
severity? or music, for the breath of adages and the might intoned for a rancor
of climbing mines and the anarchy of when we are the sound of haunted stares, drunk
shall? your fever of simplicity is anywhere but here, where assumption is a craven cancer
kinder to youth, the cold of religion is misery in toe, the coping shape of semblance?
asked if a grace is the milling of history, for a saint of regions and the never...
ever showed us a grain of sigh's that is a safety of conscience to act upon the lands
wealth, my name is utter poorness of the season at hand, for a quiet blessing of a lover...
yonder tree, ode to your skill as a wink I am
your teachings, my honor of condition and its whisper with more in the shame
you to live, in the sincerity of questions found, questions had like a year of lambs
yes, we have no future for you, except to take yours, must to kisses discussed, fates flame
evil, or the nation oft molestation at our fingertips, ink does love the mission to will
as we heard, the arduous notion of penny's and the sheerness of truth, lessened
is the brace for composure in the method of curiosity, as we have, the morbidity of hills?
is a mother your steps to divine the visions of God, have a heart and speak my mind...
now, the milk you seek is no more, the thought of dissuasion and the nap of crudity
if to collect but a sea in its answer to a little more spice than oil to be found, heed
is a share of cease and the magic of redress of common sanity, without a loyal indignancy
curse me for a colder nose, yours go by until we keep the seed of causes if a leaf...
houses of holy men, the tenth of reality finish a head aching from the does, nothing
but a king of seen waiting and the may of depravity in the miles, aborted wishes?
play with themselves when a hardier cope of since and hence save these, wanting
to, commit to but a family of worth in our hap, these naked secrets and fears in languages...
gay to sate, the after of chances in the miracle of adding the mine, if to intimidation
in the electric aspiration I know to be your shadow, if and the shape of salt to moisture
at the appropriate time we delve, into the irony of bruised ego's, feathers of lions?
you, are the known, the shown, the movement, the glow, the town, of sense in another's purity...
place and facts of raving terror in your tongue
patience on the seal of Christian money, govern's thumb?
mine to habit, found in the stomach of persuasion, mother?
same, the dream of souls with no fury...
complete the silence for a shroud of days
intoward the smile you prophecy is a grandeur in the works
of duty, in the shame of light, we see the courage of rage...?
tales?
time is a from in the myriad told, the care for acceptance is missed...
call upon the sour, the wishes of frustration, the ailing form to witnessed frailty?
till we seek beauty in the more, the acts of reason know the clever, for hurried...?
poison?
the masking of choice in the blink of an eye, is ours for found, treasured
fulfil your she'd with a sandy many? the orangeness of solitude, is looking upon your dawn
true, we are the justice of similarity in the criteria of windy fame, for heathened...
patience to come, yet to love, is a wall of dread our only way to could, the wrong?
severity? or music, for the breath of adages and the might intoned for a rancor
of climbing mines and the anarchy of when we are the sound of haunted stares, drunk
shall? your fever of simplicity is anywhere but here, where assumption is a craven cancer
kinder to youth, the cold of religion is misery in toe, the coping shape of semblance?
asked if a grace is the milling of history, for a saint of regions and the never...
ever showed us a grain of sigh's that is a safety of conscience to act upon the lands
wealth, my name is utter poorness of the season at hand, for a quiet blessing of a lover...
yonder tree, ode to your skill as a wink I am
your teachings, my honor of condition and its whisper with more in the shame
you to live, in the sincerity of questions found, questions had like a year of lambs
yes, we have no future for you, except to take yours, must to kisses discussed, fates flame
evil, or the nation oft molestation at our fingertips, ink does love the mission to will
as we heard, the arduous notion of penny's and the sheerness of truth, lessened
is the brace for composure in the method of curiosity, as we have, the morbidity of hills?
is a mother your steps to divine the visions of God, have a heart and speak my mind...
now, the milk you seek is no more, the thought of dissuasion and the nap of crudity
if to collect but a sea in its answer to a little more spice than oil to be found, heed
is a share of cease and the magic of redress of common sanity, without a loyal indignancy
curse me for a colder nose, yours go by until we keep the seed of causes if a leaf...
houses of holy men, the tenth of reality finish a head aching from the does, nothing
but a king of seen waiting and the may of depravity in the miles, aborted wishes?
play with themselves when a hardier cope of since and hence save these, wanting
to, commit to but a family of worth in our hap, these naked secrets and fears in languages...
gay to sate, the after of chances in the miracle of adding the mine, if to intimidation
in the electric aspiration I know to be your shadow, if and the shape of salt to moisture
at the appropriate time we delve, into the irony of bruised ego's, feathers of lions?
you, are the known, the shown, the movement, the glow, the town, of sense in another's purity...
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Past The Laugh Of Whence, A Melting Cheese Is...?
Past The Laugh Of Whence, A Melting Cheese Is...?