WINE AND GATES
Miracles Told Me To Kiss A Baby's Wrist's?
brashness
and a hint of wealth, in the vicinity of composure
if a liberation in many words, as a heart to confuse is...
powers of chance in our denial of since, haven't a fact of worth?
briefness
adding a livid terror to the mix, we know well...?
the ours of justice for the canting impression of forth and kissing guests
didn't your new vice of sharing the mine to wink, if but a judges help?
burdens of with and held, to finish the need
if to correct a hero in the morrow we see, the risen
of deliberateness is anywhere but a cold shame in the stead
willing the miles of knowledge to share the hills of dreams themselves, is quite the isn't?
blasphemy's of salt in your face?
agony of separation of fright's for the silence itself?
gestures of dementia, if the stir of courage for a peculiar grace?
worlds of deem or seem in the skill of other's with assumption's health?
bite me
seasons of may and hence for a daring, is a walking future with no place to go
imbibed or situated with hither the kind, more is a slavery...
kiss me, and you to will see the mine, of doles and the wholes of honor
to will a sign of the times be a shape of destiny in the night
is to questions of filigree and the myth of silence in the ourselves...?
the breath of sophistication in the marriage of ordeals to know, a secret is asked height's
where a bidden time with the miracle of suddenness has, answered itself in all zealousy...
never in mind, the altruism of survival if to kissed thumbs, does...
the arduous liberty in our message to life, taken, to wishes of water and the ark of decency
isn't in our day, the after and the other in love, a twining lip, ready to make hush?
if, your door in the wayward smile of odd requiems, is anyhow a life to end an invitation?
and a hint of wealth, in the vicinity of composure
if a liberation in many words, as a heart to confuse is...
powers of chance in our denial of since, haven't a fact of worth?
briefness
adding a livid terror to the mix, we know well...?
the ours of justice for the canting impression of forth and kissing guests
didn't your new vice of sharing the mine to wink, if but a judges help?
burdens of with and held, to finish the need
if to correct a hero in the morrow we see, the risen
of deliberateness is anywhere but a cold shame in the stead
willing the miles of knowledge to share the hills of dreams themselves, is quite the isn't?
blasphemy's of salt in your face?
agony of separation of fright's for the silence itself?
gestures of dementia, if the stir of courage for a peculiar grace?
worlds of deem or seem in the skill of other's with assumption's health?
bite me
seasons of may and hence for a daring, is a walking future with no place to go
imbibed or situated with hither the kind, more is a slavery...
kiss me, and you to will see the mine, of doles and the wholes of honor
to will a sign of the times be a shape of destiny in the night
is to questions of filigree and the myth of silence in the ourselves...?
the breath of sophistication in the marriage of ordeals to know, a secret is asked height's
where a bidden time with the miracle of suddenness has, answered itself in all zealousy...
never in mind, the altruism of survival if to kissed thumbs, does...
the arduous liberty in our message to life, taken, to wishes of water and the ark of decency
isn't in our day, the after and the other in love, a twining lip, ready to make hush?
if, your door in the wayward smile of odd requiems, is anyhow a life to end an invitation?
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Miracles Told Me To Kiss A Baby`s Wrist`s?
Miracles Told Me To Kiss A Baby`s Wrist`s?