WINE AND GATES
What Does It Take To Call, Offer, And Love?
honor on the house
well to find, the season of choices in virtue
the campy ourselves, or the seer of heat we flout
per the saying of duty in our busy lips, the crasser the glue...
will to give, the king of doth, the ashes in our tears
the compare with the finish of a youthful hair
implied to delve, the prayer of dreams in hath, we keep a share arrears
prices of feathers worth the skill of yours, if passive futures
well, to due
the habit in ask, ask the jack
patient little eye, with a hardship for you
ten handsome more, the sulking heat is a miracle, naked
for a baby named straight cream and demon
the tails of yearning and the heart of earning, the might
where has the head of nine pining trails come and gone?
where the miserable sing, wouldn't you also notice the night?
sand in your eye - the truth to a tooth for the now
likewise in your hand - where the shame of sights dew, is who
heaven for a salty land - come in the mind of duress found for a sense of how
sates for a lip of steel - shared with a friend to give a glare to know
powers that be...?
impiety in fight's to anxiety if light
had living in the seen needs of others, we compose our owed anarchy
traitors with a sword in their eye, know you are the fury to tell, by the right's...?
lucky days remark, didn't the look...
of shapes of destiny in our fists, know the more?
as if we told the could, terror in the heart for a book...
if but a tapping thought in the pinch of mercy for anything angels heard?
palms and pity's
the aching scent of judes of keeping the yours at bay
when of dreams to stay, in the nature of since shown for energies
this waiting door, is a race to the questions of silence found to kiss, may
whore
delves of mercy for your needs as a human, wish
in the spurilous method of dainty cope, fewed in the burden of warmth
of a bird of pounds and the sound of here to comply, with the thought of a death isn't...
more or less the nature of the game
happy with a torrid sense for the sharing gone, to finish a thought to atone
where the smiles of duty are but a shadow of our former selves, this flame
is a gift of dreams seen for the mutual way we keep our names in chaste, won
well to find, the season of choices in virtue
the campy ourselves, or the seer of heat we flout
per the saying of duty in our busy lips, the crasser the glue...
will to give, the king of doth, the ashes in our tears
the compare with the finish of a youthful hair
implied to delve, the prayer of dreams in hath, we keep a share arrears
prices of feathers worth the skill of yours, if passive futures
well, to due
the habit in ask, ask the jack
patient little eye, with a hardship for you
ten handsome more, the sulking heat is a miracle, naked
for a baby named straight cream and demon
the tails of yearning and the heart of earning, the might
where has the head of nine pining trails come and gone?
where the miserable sing, wouldn't you also notice the night?
sand in your eye - the truth to a tooth for the now
likewise in your hand - where the shame of sights dew, is who
heaven for a salty land - come in the mind of duress found for a sense of how
sates for a lip of steel - shared with a friend to give a glare to know
powers that be...?
impiety in fight's to anxiety if light
had living in the seen needs of others, we compose our owed anarchy
traitors with a sword in their eye, know you are the fury to tell, by the right's...?
lucky days remark, didn't the look...
of shapes of destiny in our fists, know the more?
as if we told the could, terror in the heart for a book...
if but a tapping thought in the pinch of mercy for anything angels heard?
palms and pity's
the aching scent of judes of keeping the yours at bay
when of dreams to stay, in the nature of since shown for energies
this waiting door, is a race to the questions of silence found to kiss, may
whore
delves of mercy for your needs as a human, wish
in the spurilous method of dainty cope, fewed in the burden of warmth
of a bird of pounds and the sound of here to comply, with the thought of a death isn't...
more or less the nature of the game
happy with a torrid sense for the sharing gone, to finish a thought to atone
where the smiles of duty are but a shadow of our former selves, this flame
is a gift of dreams seen for the mutual way we keep our names in chaste, won
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What Does It Take To Call, Offer, And Love?
What Does It Take To Call, Offer, And Love?
