WINE AND GATES
Cast To Last, Lash To Rash, Rasp To Sasp?
pace to play, the thing of doesn't...
in the still of the night, we remember the all
of a savage in the myriad soreness of vexes and sexes, known
improper issues for a secluded must, the toe of shall
might to keep, the naked with the sight
the ought of semblances for the rest of the shares
of integrity we know, for the smile to frighten
with the sense of press and insist to questions of heat's marriage?
is it me, or is that tooth about to come out?
simple creation in the face of suppose and deem to do
the angel of when to offend the misery of another, southern
mustiness that has a lip to wish, exactly on your savior of a chew...
tired of a time with a misty soul to live in the shadows of could?
as the shading senses would say, the actual lips of commonness
to live but once more for something besides, a juice as fool's
simple lessons in future reasons in the martyrdom of cope as who'd...?
talking to the dried tooth one day
the promise of birds and the sweetness of courage for the rest of the thus
as the wishes of fairness and the staring of jade go by, the any
by the senses given, the shine's living, the spin's risen; beauty is found with us
in the still of the night, we remember the all
of a savage in the myriad soreness of vexes and sexes, known
improper issues for a secluded must, the toe of shall
might to keep, the naked with the sight
the ought of semblances for the rest of the shares
of integrity we know, for the smile to frighten
with the sense of press and insist to questions of heat's marriage?
is it me, or is that tooth about to come out?
simple creation in the face of suppose and deem to do
the angel of when to offend the misery of another, southern
mustiness that has a lip to wish, exactly on your savior of a chew...
tired of a time with a misty soul to live in the shadows of could?
as the shading senses would say, the actual lips of commonness
to live but once more for something besides, a juice as fool's
simple lessons in future reasons in the martyrdom of cope as who'd...?
talking to the dried tooth one day
the promise of birds and the sweetness of courage for the rest of the thus
as the wishes of fairness and the staring of jade go by, the any
by the senses given, the shine's living, the spin's risen; beauty is found with us
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Cast To Last, Lash To Rash, Rasp To Sasp?
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