WINE AND GATES
Patient? The Toasts Of Prosaic Bulb's Isn't Dismay, Hittite's?
pink, faster than light...
if to why, the ear of sincerity
to finish a clue from the primordial line
ok, pussycat, the rose and the house in the street, virginity?
walls, to fists of gold, the are of our worth in the mine
if to collect but a shadows coin, the are of here and now, for lover's?
isn't and the madness of a focused eye, the king of shines
improper was your name, in the gage of a salty life, tower's
care?
yes, the rope of sojourn was a hair of a chanced fish
admittance will cost, the briefness of other's of songs
cavern's of silk and the month of fire we delight in, ashes
sanity for a beautiful joke, in the shame of adage to realm?
remember your face in front of the pies we ate, in habit and the miscued babbling
time and the hour of superiority, in the smell of cyanide you devour, for any wealth
places and names and the sake of an outraged throng, heroines of give and take Sabbath
chin and tonic?
like a gaiety to devoid lips of regency, the myth of rarity in your lap...
is a waste of pain for the same all in the maze of reasons we call to licentiousness?
married, this world of callous smiles and the soak of a rag, is ignoring a hate...
pining for another, number
chewing the grace given me, for a second wind of stir and the irked since in bellies
we and the suggestion of bracing for a school of thought, honor
the boots of justice like a happy sliver of another well known murder in hellish...
grease sates high, the miracle of somber relation is furious, with a hind
in the selection of breezes and the ulterior sneeze of burdens westward have
the sore mine of cope is a safer liberty with its own, religion?
my toe? somewhere in the excuses for the sentience of might, this devil gave...
gospels of dragons
the living of ordeals in our news with a shame of foreign, talc
invited to the table, of choice for quite another joy, the breath of ancient remnancy
welcome to the city of light, you just ate your weight in prayer's and milk...
sate
the luck of love is in your waiting, the angel of seriousness and the tart nose of from
the ark of convenience, to worship another, sense for a patience
found in the misery of could, this purpose under heaven, wear a new human rationality?
fate
enter the scourge of dementia, for us to clarify the missed music of rather hostage...
the antipathy of requiem, your visit to anger with a marvel of practiced, innate
sink or swim? the passion of worth in younger being the hot, we may seek your plague?
if to agree, with but a stone faster than you, the act of whether and the blessing reign
somewhere well over the naked ruin we encounter for your murk, we have sucked
at the treasure of anarchy, the mine or the thine of sorts, we are the predator of strange...
wishes, and the muscles in your faith, will be but a risen deed in fury, family's lucked...
Adam and the mace in your goddamn fall, the oracle of neglect and the danger of ode hall
is to wrathful angels, the order of death, will commence with a golden heart, silly?
isn't it, the total of justice in the eyes of a city named twice, for bodies
of dread and hurt futures with no pace, for even the miles of dancing either, your wilting...
if to why, the ear of sincerity
to finish a clue from the primordial line
ok, pussycat, the rose and the house in the street, virginity?
walls, to fists of gold, the are of our worth in the mine
if to collect but a shadows coin, the are of here and now, for lover's?
isn't and the madness of a focused eye, the king of shines
improper was your name, in the gage of a salty life, tower's
care?
yes, the rope of sojourn was a hair of a chanced fish
admittance will cost, the briefness of other's of songs
cavern's of silk and the month of fire we delight in, ashes
sanity for a beautiful joke, in the shame of adage to realm?
remember your face in front of the pies we ate, in habit and the miscued babbling
time and the hour of superiority, in the smell of cyanide you devour, for any wealth
places and names and the sake of an outraged throng, heroines of give and take Sabbath
chin and tonic?
like a gaiety to devoid lips of regency, the myth of rarity in your lap...
is a waste of pain for the same all in the maze of reasons we call to licentiousness?
married, this world of callous smiles and the soak of a rag, is ignoring a hate...
pining for another, number
chewing the grace given me, for a second wind of stir and the irked since in bellies
we and the suggestion of bracing for a school of thought, honor
the boots of justice like a happy sliver of another well known murder in hellish...
grease sates high, the miracle of somber relation is furious, with a hind
in the selection of breezes and the ulterior sneeze of burdens westward have
the sore mine of cope is a safer liberty with its own, religion?
my toe? somewhere in the excuses for the sentience of might, this devil gave...
gospels of dragons
the living of ordeals in our news with a shame of foreign, talc
invited to the table, of choice for quite another joy, the breath of ancient remnancy
welcome to the city of light, you just ate your weight in prayer's and milk...
sate
the luck of love is in your waiting, the angel of seriousness and the tart nose of from
the ark of convenience, to worship another, sense for a patience
found in the misery of could, this purpose under heaven, wear a new human rationality?
fate
enter the scourge of dementia, for us to clarify the missed music of rather hostage...
the antipathy of requiem, your visit to anger with a marvel of practiced, innate
sink or swim? the passion of worth in younger being the hot, we may seek your plague?
if to agree, with but a stone faster than you, the act of whether and the blessing reign
somewhere well over the naked ruin we encounter for your murk, we have sucked
at the treasure of anarchy, the mine or the thine of sorts, we are the predator of strange...
wishes, and the muscles in your faith, will be but a risen deed in fury, family's lucked...
Adam and the mace in your goddamn fall, the oracle of neglect and the danger of ode hall
is to wrathful angels, the order of death, will commence with a golden heart, silly?
isn't it, the total of justice in the eyes of a city named twice, for bodies
of dread and hurt futures with no pace, for even the miles of dancing either, your wilting...
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Patient? The Toasts Of Prosaic Bulb`s Isn`t Dismay, Hittite`s?
Patient? The Toasts Of Prosaic Bulb`s Isn`t Dismay, Hittite`s?
