WINE AND GATES
Flys And Thumbs Have Eggs Rather Sweetly
tatters
and pain, in the rain
frozen patience, a face for the skip of matters
persuasion in love, the accusation of doors and the spill of hate, any
found newness, the pace of actual lips
curiosity for the real, devils in the altered curse
of choice and seriousness of voice, that has a souring need, is
this question to god, the our of salt or the mystery of words?
worlds away, the taint of terror and the scare of heirs to climb the truth
is to reach, the further in our mind, to answer the kind of reason
if many, to ourselves in the sanity of others, complexity in the prayers of couth
insensate with the liberty of good invent, we know the tale for a sharing season
same, to know the scouring of homes in the spire of dreams, we accuse
the done to the form of saviors seen, in the mists of compelling testimony
if been to kind, we know the powers that be, for a failing deem of enthuse if not who'se
knees with a dry tear seek the dole of coping, in the name of human decency...
brief as a kiss on the temple can be, the ages wish to clear the since
if in the stare of themselves to keep, the riches of knowledge for our share
the place of dementia and the sanity of itches, we are more than a gift to lends
the sacrifice of dragons to tell, the happiness of choices in our voice, to fair
hearts on fire for the salt of justice?
hair on fire for the salt of must is?
hell itself on fire for the salt of lust does?
hands on fire for the salt of good intent?
turned cheese, and the vitamins you don't know...?
where have the smiles of shame and the same of miracles come?
from the round end, where the season of chances and the shalling gift of hold...?
is a rapture of seven thoughts in the naked reply of deviation from the norm, more?
perhaps a halo, was mine
the truth to be had, tears of bliss to comfort, the act of reality in our means
is a wage of deeming the purpose behind astute loves, the pace of sublime
tastes of water that seek your life for a wall, have a sense to themselves, where as...
doles and the adding fury in a belly
savage as a late and new in the sate of could can did
if in the sour place of journeyman and the drastic tickling of care for welling
prayers to yours, is a raging half of dimness in the able, embarrassed as worth lived...
and pain, in the rain
frozen patience, a face for the skip of matters
persuasion in love, the accusation of doors and the spill of hate, any
found newness, the pace of actual lips
curiosity for the real, devils in the altered curse
of choice and seriousness of voice, that has a souring need, is
this question to god, the our of salt or the mystery of words?
worlds away, the taint of terror and the scare of heirs to climb the truth
is to reach, the further in our mind, to answer the kind of reason
if many, to ourselves in the sanity of others, complexity in the prayers of couth
insensate with the liberty of good invent, we know the tale for a sharing season
same, to know the scouring of homes in the spire of dreams, we accuse
the done to the form of saviors seen, in the mists of compelling testimony
if been to kind, we know the powers that be, for a failing deem of enthuse if not who'se
knees with a dry tear seek the dole of coping, in the name of human decency...
brief as a kiss on the temple can be, the ages wish to clear the since
if in the stare of themselves to keep, the riches of knowledge for our share
the place of dementia and the sanity of itches, we are more than a gift to lends
the sacrifice of dragons to tell, the happiness of choices in our voice, to fair
hearts on fire for the salt of justice?
hair on fire for the salt of must is?
hell itself on fire for the salt of lust does?
hands on fire for the salt of good intent?
turned cheese, and the vitamins you don't know...?
where have the smiles of shame and the same of miracles come?
from the round end, where the season of chances and the shalling gift of hold...?
is a rapture of seven thoughts in the naked reply of deviation from the norm, more?
perhaps a halo, was mine
the truth to be had, tears of bliss to comfort, the act of reality in our means
is a wage of deeming the purpose behind astute loves, the pace of sublime
tastes of water that seek your life for a wall, have a sense to themselves, where as...
doles and the adding fury in a belly
savage as a late and new in the sate of could can did
if in the sour place of journeyman and the drastic tickling of care for welling
prayers to yours, is a raging half of dimness in the able, embarrassed as worth lived...
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Flys And Thumbs Have Eggs Rather Sweetly
Flys And Thumbs Have Eggs Rather Sweetly
