WINE AND GATES
Mustard And Cantalope, Being Ironic Guessing?
like, ankle or anthems
sensitivity, if a role of dour need
improvisitation's ghost, to quell, a semblance
of gall and the anxiety of journies? please?
haven't a heart to wish upon a sulking how in the winds?
promises, and home to live
the walls themselves say, "boding the marvel of clarity, your miracle...?"
"shared with being, my Aldus for waiting bells, how is a logic a bird to give?"
"it again, philosophy"
pasts of comment for the role of vinegar and the breath of bane to let
as we remember the moon itself, you to rue is a caring house, the actuality of dreams
incomplete furies with a moment to tell, have heaven for a spire of sanity met
improper of salt, or the figure of season in the prayers of others, shames are his...
talk?
few in the myriad ordeal of glue and the since of a risen vitamin, honor?
sheerness of Christendom for a life in the sweetness of a furthering awkwardness?
if a raging star in our minds eye, the allocation of sates has bread to more...
like your foot, like your forthwith, like your formidability, like your fostering?
hard to say, says the wages of anew, we view the message of creation for a sanctity of ease?
the angel of burdens and the smile of devilish heard, ships of culture in the ofting?
dear? this both stirring cream you offer as a lord of sense, has a lip that smells grease?
old, or been to wishes in the weariness of courage for a naked mind?
still here, the mystery of fear, in your heart, is never more than a life in the glory?
of wouldn't shines to calm, the psalm of reasons to fantasize about the pace of hind's?
thank you, the mission to the tomorrow of safety, is a wasting with separated notes of worry?
hour with a can't of presumption that can
the tale of sea shell's and the ear that hell's
in the vanity of courses of sound in causes, known to want
the shade of a palm with home on its burps, fruit in the share of what kisses smell's?
sensitivity, if a role of dour need
improvisitation's ghost, to quell, a semblance
of gall and the anxiety of journies? please?
haven't a heart to wish upon a sulking how in the winds?
promises, and home to live
the walls themselves say, "boding the marvel of clarity, your miracle...?"
"shared with being, my Aldus for waiting bells, how is a logic a bird to give?"
"it again, philosophy"
pasts of comment for the role of vinegar and the breath of bane to let
as we remember the moon itself, you to rue is a caring house, the actuality of dreams
incomplete furies with a moment to tell, have heaven for a spire of sanity met
improper of salt, or the figure of season in the prayers of others, shames are his...
talk?
few in the myriad ordeal of glue and the since of a risen vitamin, honor?
sheerness of Christendom for a life in the sweetness of a furthering awkwardness?
if a raging star in our minds eye, the allocation of sates has bread to more...
like your foot, like your forthwith, like your formidability, like your fostering?
hard to say, says the wages of anew, we view the message of creation for a sanctity of ease?
the angel of burdens and the smile of devilish heard, ships of culture in the ofting?
dear? this both stirring cream you offer as a lord of sense, has a lip that smells grease?
old, or been to wishes in the weariness of courage for a naked mind?
still here, the mystery of fear, in your heart, is never more than a life in the glory?
of wouldn't shines to calm, the psalm of reasons to fantasize about the pace of hind's?
thank you, the mission to the tomorrow of safety, is a wasting with separated notes of worry?
hour with a can't of presumption that can
the tale of sea shell's and the ear that hell's
in the vanity of courses of sound in causes, known to want
the shade of a palm with home on its burps, fruit in the share of what kisses smell's?
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Mustard And Cantalope, Being Ironic Guessing?
Mustard And Cantalope, Being Ironic Guessing?
