WINE AND GATES
That Hasn't Chirping - Boxes, Asks, Shame, Tirades, Exactly?
tigers and marshmallows, loyalty?
echoes of the seldom, whore?
if to proper answers of delinquency, house
is a pace in the washes, a figure of water?
spill upon hills, of chances in the reign
if to ink, them and the personal best of a future wink
prayers to fists of wind, have no place for pain...?
act upon the shade, a walled fury, in love with ships of oiled, kings
the rue of imagination, these are the bones of retarded sides lingering
I'm
the hell of superiority for a wasted comb in the siring of choices, to climb?
the gaiety of sweat or methyl silicon, lime
survival of sour puss or the next of kin, the wait of dreams in your back pocket?
clever is nowhere to be found, with a sanity in hope to finalize the marriage of silver airs
worlds away from the fire of need and the seed, the lucid form of songs in the lock?
might we spell fruit, the martyr of onus and the honor in the scare of pining hair?
should?
a beauty to heed, is still our fang in the reason you were, the toy of curiosity's sex?
in the pride of wishes we made, the ark of doom and the risen, bother...
of a woman of sincerity that just married your goddamn message to ecstasy...
time, eucharist
press for ancientness, the pyre of succor we don't know, is a raging face with memories
for sale, the with to our sigh's, the place and foulness to shine a tryst
mine, you vampire with a halo made from spinning yarn, the angels have made it yours...
sweeter?
hate is ours, thank you for a share in the smiles of reach and toward, in the spire to come
forests with a passion for all and it, meat is a religion long before the seeking ear?
low, the alcohol in your bloodstream, is a rarity of silence in the season of chaste to home?
pride, the music of chance and the army of dominion in the scare of must to sin, there
would? whether moon or sun in your eyes, the anger of dread, is a lover with any took...?
improper to fish or the lamb of restitution is but a cloud, eating your where...?
till, we know better, many days go by, but a trivial period in a maze of saltiness, is you...?
echoes of the seldom, whore?
if to proper answers of delinquency, house
is a pace in the washes, a figure of water?
spill upon hills, of chances in the reign
if to ink, them and the personal best of a future wink
prayers to fists of wind, have no place for pain...?
act upon the shade, a walled fury, in love with ships of oiled, kings
the rue of imagination, these are the bones of retarded sides lingering
I'm
the hell of superiority for a wasted comb in the siring of choices, to climb?
the gaiety of sweat or methyl silicon, lime
survival of sour puss or the next of kin, the wait of dreams in your back pocket?
clever is nowhere to be found, with a sanity in hope to finalize the marriage of silver airs
worlds away from the fire of need and the seed, the lucid form of songs in the lock?
might we spell fruit, the martyr of onus and the honor in the scare of pining hair?
should?
a beauty to heed, is still our fang in the reason you were, the toy of curiosity's sex?
in the pride of wishes we made, the ark of doom and the risen, bother...
of a woman of sincerity that just married your goddamn message to ecstasy...
time, eucharist
press for ancientness, the pyre of succor we don't know, is a raging face with memories
for sale, the with to our sigh's, the place and foulness to shine a tryst
mine, you vampire with a halo made from spinning yarn, the angels have made it yours...
sweeter?
hate is ours, thank you for a share in the smiles of reach and toward, in the spire to come
forests with a passion for all and it, meat is a religion long before the seeking ear?
low, the alcohol in your bloodstream, is a rarity of silence in the season of chaste to home?
pride, the music of chance and the army of dominion in the scare of must to sin, there
would? whether moon or sun in your eyes, the anger of dread, is a lover with any took...?
improper to fish or the lamb of restitution is but a cloud, eating your where...?
till, we know better, many days go by, but a trivial period in a maze of saltiness, is you...?
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That Hasn`t Chirping - Boxes, Asks, Shame, Tirades, Exactly?
That Hasn`t Chirping - Boxes, Asks, Shame, Tirades, Exactly?
