WINE AND GATES
As We Remember, Loved A Turning Echoes...?
clarity and sanity
wealth in a monkey's shoe
tired fangs of virtue, if to consider the pace of inanity
shame in a welling halt, to see to the sourness of quotes
my pie has a lip in it...
fear first, feet second, triumph third...
if to greet a house on the shoulder, quite...
thumbs with alcohol on themselves, work in naried hellish curses...
who's your daddy?
immature to liberate itself
the wind in our winks, kinds in our kinks, of adding
the promise of justice for a savior in any lover's health
mum's the word
if politer than me, I will stage a pride in the name of couth
doles and have, the nature of sigh's in a mere of heard...
and to a shape in a planted kiss, arrogance is mine to share youth's
separated from the now, we know your little eye
the truth for the pace of reasons made, risks of nativity
I'm and the drive of energies in the likes of secrecy and denial
ideas from a candle to hold, offer a heart if yes is to live in a civility...
care?
even the door of avarice has a miracle for your name, to prosper, even prophecize
about the courages of common need, in love with your moments until stares
have a ply of bitter fruit in the senses to give, a measure of decency to is, wry?
compare and save
them in the turn of deeds to question but a clash of sincerity, with a life in time
included in the smile of dissuasion's ire for a sulking hint in the waiting
many vanities of searching and passion working go by, but we know to select act's of silence
wealth in a monkey's shoe
tired fangs of virtue, if to consider the pace of inanity
shame in a welling halt, to see to the sourness of quotes
my pie has a lip in it...
fear first, feet second, triumph third...
if to greet a house on the shoulder, quite...
thumbs with alcohol on themselves, work in naried hellish curses...
who's your daddy?
immature to liberate itself
the wind in our winks, kinds in our kinks, of adding
the promise of justice for a savior in any lover's health
mum's the word
if politer than me, I will stage a pride in the name of couth
doles and have, the nature of sigh's in a mere of heard...
and to a shape in a planted kiss, arrogance is mine to share youth's
separated from the now, we know your little eye
the truth for the pace of reasons made, risks of nativity
I'm and the drive of energies in the likes of secrecy and denial
ideas from a candle to hold, offer a heart if yes is to live in a civility...
care?
even the door of avarice has a miracle for your name, to prosper, even prophecize
about the courages of common need, in love with your moments until stares
have a ply of bitter fruit in the senses to give, a measure of decency to is, wry?
compare and save
them in the turn of deeds to question but a clash of sincerity, with a life in time
included in the smile of dissuasion's ire for a sulking hint in the waiting
many vanities of searching and passion working go by, but we know to select act's of silence
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As We Remember, Loved A Turning Echoes...?
As We Remember, Loved A Turning Echoes...?