WINE AND GATES
Wiping Away The Each Rising Yes, Ever Try Conviction's?
ever, to taste
in love, with a tenth of now
if to courageous minds, the ark of halting paste
personality of judged aspiration to fend for a power
bliss to find, my heathen
if to try, the scope of nourished many
improper was the scourge of dread winds
stay upon a stone of ease and torrid kind, the prowess of any?
mine
toward the few, breath toward wills...?
climbed and sour, the flesh of bind...?
river upon hint's of doldrums in the shape of who'll?
your
till we see a choice in the during history, of a clash
of demonstration in the misery of a wall, too sound to not be lurid
instilled to wish upon these severe asks and dislikes of ignoration, questioned pasts...
ghosts
fulfill the myth of calm in our studiousness to retrieve a salt, from newing not
if to rely upon anywhere, but a said mystery of arches of tis and this owes
mired in the sarcasm of others, we delve into a practice of nary done living, loved, lot
presents, and the art of honor to wish upon a star of domain, what don't we already know?
presence, and the fairing contention of with, to remember the gain of cadence?
prescience, and the caring of a witness of pandering in our final liberty, to accuse order?
presiding, and the where of since in the covenant of bigger senses in the lands?
tasting a method in the stare of others, wasn't...?
the form of a callous pace of hasn't, the terror of silence we kept
impiety and anxiety to confirm the must of oddity that requiem does to ought
my hair in my face, the stir of neglect to shadow my clever sip of truth, wept
tenderer than sin, the capable face of get or met in a mirror?
ending in the vow, of presumed forth if north to worth in brows, misery?
fending think for the smell of pink, does persuasion have the blessing of an ear?
when them secrets found your mete to be, is a key of copper our clad hither whimsy?
in love, with a tenth of now
if to courageous minds, the ark of halting paste
personality of judged aspiration to fend for a power
bliss to find, my heathen
if to try, the scope of nourished many
improper was the scourge of dread winds
stay upon a stone of ease and torrid kind, the prowess of any?
mine
toward the few, breath toward wills...?
climbed and sour, the flesh of bind...?
river upon hint's of doldrums in the shape of who'll?
your
till we see a choice in the during history, of a clash
of demonstration in the misery of a wall, too sound to not be lurid
instilled to wish upon these severe asks and dislikes of ignoration, questioned pasts...
ghosts
fulfill the myth of calm in our studiousness to retrieve a salt, from newing not
if to rely upon anywhere, but a said mystery of arches of tis and this owes
mired in the sarcasm of others, we delve into a practice of nary done living, loved, lot
presents, and the art of honor to wish upon a star of domain, what don't we already know?
presence, and the fairing contention of with, to remember the gain of cadence?
prescience, and the caring of a witness of pandering in our final liberty, to accuse order?
presiding, and the where of since in the covenant of bigger senses in the lands?
tasting a method in the stare of others, wasn't...?
the form of a callous pace of hasn't, the terror of silence we kept
impiety and anxiety to confirm the must of oddity that requiem does to ought
my hair in my face, the stir of neglect to shadow my clever sip of truth, wept
tenderer than sin, the capable face of get or met in a mirror?
ending in the vow, of presumed forth if north to worth in brows, misery?
fending think for the smell of pink, does persuasion have the blessing of an ear?
when them secrets found your mete to be, is a key of copper our clad hither whimsy?
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Wiping Away The Each Rising Yes, Ever Try Conviction`s?
Wiping Away The Each Rising Yes, Ever Try Conviction`s?
