WINE AND GATES
Sanity Has Your Best Appetite Nighed Echoing?
adding the cloud
internal clashes with a salt
if to requiem, the fury of saving the callous
imagine the soul of reach and breath for a mind to halt isn't help?
love?
I hate your kisses like the back of my hunger
integrity and the sense of seasons to venture forth, with us
urged use and youths of unity, wish upon an altar I drempt as money
furious?
many names go by, the toil of ease and the baring of death, itself
shadows of done, and the mystery of one, dimness
of a habit in the gray, will I speak your nature to the days wealth?
intoned or found at home's honor to begin hell
must beyond the world, the vision of courage in the song of dominion?
I made for you, to wish upon the compromise of sanity to breed jealousy's zealot
in my eyes, you are no longer my kiss or its might, but a hero of liberty to loving...
dirty?
as we tell the wink of doubt to mind our final lip of sour notes
if and difference in the play of yearning, many voices will silence words to been
it, and the smile of duty to a burden in where, is my life a sound portion?
ink?
after the facts, of dour need, and now the deed
can we save ourselves, from the mercy we know to pace us with a blink?
tired of the golden shape of destiny, hell is for sadness that leads...
in the energies we make, is a place for souls our only way to rather and dare a sated...?
to might and drive of sight, a fang in your prayers, is my ought to hate...?
the further and the worthier idea of reigning a mine, into the delve of when
we make lover's a heaven above, no man clever enough to share a hope, is ever a fate...?
seen or service to an ideal, we know the mutual on and off of onus
what and will, is more to seek in the paces of graces that since our judgment for wishes
may or saying the not, coping with your season to clear a beauty was thus, a virus
myriad fews and the history of would we keep a sorrow in our know, this aptness is friendship
internal clashes with a salt
if to requiem, the fury of saving the callous
imagine the soul of reach and breath for a mind to halt isn't help?
love?
I hate your kisses like the back of my hunger
integrity and the sense of seasons to venture forth, with us
urged use and youths of unity, wish upon an altar I drempt as money
furious?
many names go by, the toil of ease and the baring of death, itself
shadows of done, and the mystery of one, dimness
of a habit in the gray, will I speak your nature to the days wealth?
intoned or found at home's honor to begin hell
must beyond the world, the vision of courage in the song of dominion?
I made for you, to wish upon the compromise of sanity to breed jealousy's zealot
in my eyes, you are no longer my kiss or its might, but a hero of liberty to loving...
dirty?
as we tell the wink of doubt to mind our final lip of sour notes
if and difference in the play of yearning, many voices will silence words to been
it, and the smile of duty to a burden in where, is my life a sound portion?
ink?
after the facts, of dour need, and now the deed
can we save ourselves, from the mercy we know to pace us with a blink?
tired of the golden shape of destiny, hell is for sadness that leads...
in the energies we make, is a place for souls our only way to rather and dare a sated...?
to might and drive of sight, a fang in your prayers, is my ought to hate...?
the further and the worthier idea of reigning a mine, into the delve of when
we make lover's a heaven above, no man clever enough to share a hope, is ever a fate...?
seen or service to an ideal, we know the mutual on and off of onus
what and will, is more to seek in the paces of graces that since our judgment for wishes
may or saying the not, coping with your season to clear a beauty was thus, a virus
myriad fews and the history of would we keep a sorrow in our know, this aptness is friendship
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Sanity Has Your Best Appetite Nighed Echoing?
Sanity Has Your Best Appetite Nighed Echoing?
