WINE AND GATES
Pies Siring And Custardly, Bedlam?
tired to faint, told
the risks of suddenness in a future
friends of cope and the share of decency in the hold
of an hour with same travail, you complete the question, here
ten to then, eleven to youth
the memory of sense, in our few and the risen who
imagine to fashion, the being some's of choice, rued?
if to concern even the may, ahem, the waiting ghost of could?
many eyes, and many more thoughts
of chances in burden to clarify the sound of reach
in the is, a wage of promises and the act of deem, to collect snides fault
if anywhere more than a coy talk with the beauty of dreams, each
clever and never, added to hirsute, the choking king
queer to lips of virtue, to realize the patiences of simplicity to know, ages
of rationals of violence for the rest of our misery, in the reign
of a cool but lurid dare to collect a new penny, that has halt for rages
true?
time will, with the bounty of courage
life in the mire, of a needy but naieve, here to due
monsters with no liberty to answer, is still the dour to face...
yet, met in the busted kiss of perversity to swell
implied tongue, thorough teeth with a new purpose, in mayhem to elect
the thrice of duty, jude and levity in grandiose seem, smell
here to consider, the smack of duress in the done, your richness of exaction...
top, bolder than you...
top, bent on the suppose, of wishes
top, bred to works of confirmation in low, cue...
top, being in shrouds of kindness for the rest of, itches
the risks of suddenness in a future
friends of cope and the share of decency in the hold
of an hour with same travail, you complete the question, here
ten to then, eleven to youth
the memory of sense, in our few and the risen who
imagine to fashion, the being some's of choice, rued?
if to concern even the may, ahem, the waiting ghost of could?
many eyes, and many more thoughts
of chances in burden to clarify the sound of reach
in the is, a wage of promises and the act of deem, to collect snides fault
if anywhere more than a coy talk with the beauty of dreams, each
clever and never, added to hirsute, the choking king
queer to lips of virtue, to realize the patiences of simplicity to know, ages
of rationals of violence for the rest of our misery, in the reign
of a cool but lurid dare to collect a new penny, that has halt for rages
true?
time will, with the bounty of courage
life in the mire, of a needy but naieve, here to due
monsters with no liberty to answer, is still the dour to face...
yet, met in the busted kiss of perversity to swell
implied tongue, thorough teeth with a new purpose, in mayhem to elect
the thrice of duty, jude and levity in grandiose seem, smell
here to consider, the smack of duress in the done, your richness of exaction...
top, bolder than you...
top, bent on the suppose, of wishes
top, bred to works of confirmation in low, cue...
top, being in shrouds of kindness for the rest of, itches
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Pies Siring And Custardly, Bedlam?
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