WINE AND GATES
Lucky For The Knight, Knuckles For The Light?
fissure
missed portent of sulk, sake in an our of sunshine
weal to the stare of simplicity, is and here
the aching of angry salt to find the moreing while?
pandemic to voice
the Christ of sincerity to finish a thought
of cleverer toes or the neither of climbing due, souls
of change in the need, to collect a, smile, of prodigy...?
fair...?
solutions of severity to continue in the excuses of idiocy
the all to fall, the saving grace of chances made, chances care...
at the walls of jude, to fish in a craving, the paleness of around liberty?
turns by chaste?
if the bollocks of seen charisma have the actual life of dread?
power to powder in the smiles of pride to paste?
effluence to kiss, in kind the aspiration of doting upon another strength?
personally, we already gave one
the talk of suggestion in the myth of doles and wholes to keen
ways of shame if the sparsity of lumbering by, some causes...
more than else, we have seen, the sun set on the glory of the obscene...?
petty and poor, the solitude of chins and the welling gaiety of charity comes into view
taste and the particulars of said, meagerness, for the paces of choice
in our ways and mysterious lips, told to share the cream of society, in who
the shadow of a cold memory in my sins, silence to the hill of needs, in all voices way...
final examination, of the sun to whisper a salty vegetable in your name
past the butter, the conscience of silk and bile we few for each, and a handsome fly?
the thought of service to a droll exaction of misery, for the mind of shame...?
unique was the form of our fame, to simply enslave the nation of doors creaking, whine
missed portent of sulk, sake in an our of sunshine
weal to the stare of simplicity, is and here
the aching of angry salt to find the moreing while?
pandemic to voice
the Christ of sincerity to finish a thought
of cleverer toes or the neither of climbing due, souls
of change in the need, to collect a, smile, of prodigy...?
fair...?
solutions of severity to continue in the excuses of idiocy
the all to fall, the saving grace of chances made, chances care...
at the walls of jude, to fish in a craving, the paleness of around liberty?
turns by chaste?
if the bollocks of seen charisma have the actual life of dread?
power to powder in the smiles of pride to paste?
effluence to kiss, in kind the aspiration of doting upon another strength?
personally, we already gave one
the talk of suggestion in the myth of doles and wholes to keen
ways of shame if the sparsity of lumbering by, some causes...
more than else, we have seen, the sun set on the glory of the obscene...?
petty and poor, the solitude of chins and the welling gaiety of charity comes into view
taste and the particulars of said, meagerness, for the paces of choice
in our ways and mysterious lips, told to share the cream of society, in who
the shadow of a cold memory in my sins, silence to the hill of needs, in all voices way...
final examination, of the sun to whisper a salty vegetable in your name
past the butter, the conscience of silk and bile we few for each, and a handsome fly?
the thought of service to a droll exaction of misery, for the mind of shame...?
unique was the form of our fame, to simply enslave the nation of doors creaking, whine
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Lucky For The Knight, Knuckles For The Light?
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