WINE AND GATES
Brass And Sour Flowers Do Make Sabatacles
life in the niceties
more to shown, for a sweating friendliness, the thou of sakes
immediate promise, to keep a hand of sour kind...
if to collect any form in the sulking, misery with a few to make...?
persuasion, furious, intentions, formations, breed?
look upon our tongue, in the martyrdom of since if
the willingness of a risen poise to come, for a quiet heed
is a place of violence for the smile of duty in our charge, kid...?
penny's and jumbled duty's, in the besmirched have, knuckles in the candy dish
roles of vinegar and fishy tarts, without eyes to see, the kiss of ourselves
ink and doles of rubber, if but a slow mind, in the mists of curiosity, rich
intangibility, risks, torture, integrity, further, hellishness
potent, the hap of a new door to look upon, the monster of acknowledgement...
slain lover's of decency in the baring sunshine, for the chair of tread shadows...
golden monkeys for the salt of liberation, to work among the sanity of bewilderment...
crazes of suggestion in the mold of doom and gloom, know silent reproaches of western blows...
fileted fish? kneaded bread? actual kinship? knitted jammies? spared hatred?
life in the now here you call a home...
the tongue of sobriety to come, with a misuse of each in tone, of voice and sore lead
we call it like we seek themselves, a price above the head of a myth in the soul...?
terror for a saner tissue in the dark, is a loaded peace
thorough friends with a whip to call a haunt, have derision for a ship of could...
tandem wishes in the myriad playing and saying of the woes of cloth, is at least
voices with pain in them, know how to calm another for a world that is all shoulders...
do you love the color orange more than another fame, ilk upon the silken bed of alarm?
which to sincerity is a face with more than an embarrassed itch, for you...
urges and birds of pretty fates in the caring doles to question a child, for milks problem?
sitting powers in the eaves, the work of war is ours, for a southern implicity to few...
your name in legends, the willingness of shame to create a fist of suffering if your same?
is to wisdom, the marriage of commonness you deliver to anger, the art of honor
in the shell of human, constipation, the error of silver secrets in the march of tamed...
has a laugh to climb, a logic to rhyme, and a lover for limbs of deed, that please opted...
patient sustained, sated pursual...
look, or the breath of a house for older took, for a brow to keep, forsook
pleasure in the survival of made breads and the skill of dreams to fend, for a proven cool
of singing in the sulk we deem to be a kiss in the name of a devil that judged the music...
more to shown, for a sweating friendliness, the thou of sakes
immediate promise, to keep a hand of sour kind...
if to collect any form in the sulking, misery with a few to make...?
persuasion, furious, intentions, formations, breed?
look upon our tongue, in the martyrdom of since if
the willingness of a risen poise to come, for a quiet heed
is a place of violence for the smile of duty in our charge, kid...?
penny's and jumbled duty's, in the besmirched have, knuckles in the candy dish
roles of vinegar and fishy tarts, without eyes to see, the kiss of ourselves
ink and doles of rubber, if but a slow mind, in the mists of curiosity, rich
intangibility, risks, torture, integrity, further, hellishness
potent, the hap of a new door to look upon, the monster of acknowledgement...
slain lover's of decency in the baring sunshine, for the chair of tread shadows...
golden monkeys for the salt of liberation, to work among the sanity of bewilderment...
crazes of suggestion in the mold of doom and gloom, know silent reproaches of western blows...
fileted fish? kneaded bread? actual kinship? knitted jammies? spared hatred?
life in the now here you call a home...
the tongue of sobriety to come, with a misuse of each in tone, of voice and sore lead
we call it like we seek themselves, a price above the head of a myth in the soul...?
terror for a saner tissue in the dark, is a loaded peace
thorough friends with a whip to call a haunt, have derision for a ship of could...
tandem wishes in the myriad playing and saying of the woes of cloth, is at least
voices with pain in them, know how to calm another for a world that is all shoulders...
do you love the color orange more than another fame, ilk upon the silken bed of alarm?
which to sincerity is a face with more than an embarrassed itch, for you...
urges and birds of pretty fates in the caring doles to question a child, for milks problem?
sitting powers in the eaves, the work of war is ours, for a southern implicity to few...
your name in legends, the willingness of shame to create a fist of suffering if your same?
is to wisdom, the marriage of commonness you deliver to anger, the art of honor
in the shell of human, constipation, the error of silver secrets in the march of tamed...
has a laugh to climb, a logic to rhyme, and a lover for limbs of deed, that please opted...
patient sustained, sated pursual...
look, or the breath of a house for older took, for a brow to keep, forsook
pleasure in the survival of made breads and the skill of dreams to fend, for a proven cool
of singing in the sulk we deem to be a kiss in the name of a devil that judged the music...
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Brass And Sour Flowers Do Make Sabatacles
Brass And Sour Flowers Do Make Sabatacles