WINE AND GATES
At This Time, Time Is On The House That Bakes...
perceive, in the vision
immanent, to furious need
well to reach, in the ours of houses, sulking for liberty
the pathway of inanity is form to all, the ache of seen...
play, with your forth with to all in hours
semblance to rage, in the sagery of misuse
we accompany to who and urgency for a westing kiss, dours...
a fate in the passion of another, the compliment of risks from the youth?
bad?
evil or wicked, the hat in your face is a rather none, to give
the act of angels and the haps of wishes to few, we are the old
ready to live in the shadows of curiosity, for a villain to live?
gooder?
the fate of your family of loves and the dander of here and now
is a realizing babe, without any, but the stare of odor...?
ilk and silk to wipe a wretched ass, for a glass of recompense, how?
truth...
do you love me with a seeing skip of done and the halting wishes of further ilk
been to climbing effluence, the alcohol in your blindness, if to live but a year of who'th
kinder by the doesn't, the still of the night, loved you? pining for days recourse, this will...
aspect, of seldom to choose in the martyrdom of keep to come, the walls you chose
if to correct the onus of sharing the eyes sense, them
and the whistle of chances to find in favor, of cope in the place of culprits of some's
his? or mine with a salt, you are nowhere except in my arms reach, the mind of whim
sanity with a figure eight, vanity with an either fate
back to hack upon the scoured eyes of lividity, the choice you make...
is a promise of cessation for the stillness of another, call to slain...?
like the very air you breathe, the image of doles is married, to sake to awake...?
immanent, to furious need
well to reach, in the ours of houses, sulking for liberty
the pathway of inanity is form to all, the ache of seen...
play, with your forth with to all in hours
semblance to rage, in the sagery of misuse
we accompany to who and urgency for a westing kiss, dours...
a fate in the passion of another, the compliment of risks from the youth?
bad?
evil or wicked, the hat in your face is a rather none, to give
the act of angels and the haps of wishes to few, we are the old
ready to live in the shadows of curiosity, for a villain to live?
gooder?
the fate of your family of loves and the dander of here and now
is a realizing babe, without any, but the stare of odor...?
ilk and silk to wipe a wretched ass, for a glass of recompense, how?
truth...
do you love me with a seeing skip of done and the halting wishes of further ilk
been to climbing effluence, the alcohol in your blindness, if to live but a year of who'th
kinder by the doesn't, the still of the night, loved you? pining for days recourse, this will...
aspect, of seldom to choose in the martyrdom of keep to come, the walls you chose
if to correct the onus of sharing the eyes sense, them
and the whistle of chances to find in favor, of cope in the place of culprits of some's
his? or mine with a salt, you are nowhere except in my arms reach, the mind of whim
sanity with a figure eight, vanity with an either fate
back to hack upon the scoured eyes of lividity, the choice you make...
is a promise of cessation for the stillness of another, call to slain...?
like the very air you breathe, the image of doles is married, to sake to awake...?
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At This Time, Time Is On The House That Bakes...
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