WINE AND GATES
Babysitters And Pies Tickled Living Eaves Sated?
lucky, the tools of a joke or the all of a jest?
in the prayers of ought and thence, the tickles
of a wizened hour in the aim of course of all good things known, don't this yeast
this and that and the thing with a thorough being, liberalize
fresh
the care of nuance in the miracle of sour nothings, with a remembered care
are we such in love or is this hat of cope, the sickness of less?
lest? where nary dare
flute?
capable of sorrow in your laughs, the toil of curtness and the king's worth
mired ashes and a hair of fashion, to climb in bed with a misery you keep, as rued
if? time is still a passing family of sense, if but a kissing day has a mine to girth
fishy, the toll of the bell...
reason to redoubt or redress, we keep a half of note
the arduous with a mistook name, is a raging hour to clean, wealth
mine, yours, these, their, and a cap of since to live for love?
fame!
the assumed rise of notoriety to give, the news
if to rapture and the sincerity of few, shame
is a point best made with must, if not amid more than else, who's
fate; adding
lived with an angel of yours, the mere to find, in a happier pact of let
lot to qualm in the smile of oddity to consider, a lasting right to kissing
acrid demonstration of need, is a logic come for the neglected am of met
faster, than you
correct if but a sameness seen, well is a rather large hope
in continued flesh is a whole, to remember the since for a mission to anger for could
can we see your heroism for a sanity in the draught of cold sophistication we can, told...
fusion, do you love more than me, the prayers of seasons, or life itself?
here is a door in liberty to accept the mine, of a wishing name in the with
happy and the soul of ably, the cares of knowing the same, somewhere between reason and health
my needs are beauty to give, a half of silence and is am all to agree, blessing?
in the prayers of ought and thence, the tickles
of a wizened hour in the aim of course of all good things known, don't this yeast
this and that and the thing with a thorough being, liberalize
fresh
the care of nuance in the miracle of sour nothings, with a remembered care
are we such in love or is this hat of cope, the sickness of less?
lest? where nary dare
flute?
capable of sorrow in your laughs, the toil of curtness and the king's worth
mired ashes and a hair of fashion, to climb in bed with a misery you keep, as rued
if? time is still a passing family of sense, if but a kissing day has a mine to girth
fishy, the toll of the bell...
reason to redoubt or redress, we keep a half of note
the arduous with a mistook name, is a raging hour to clean, wealth
mine, yours, these, their, and a cap of since to live for love?
fame!
the assumed rise of notoriety to give, the news
if to rapture and the sincerity of few, shame
is a point best made with must, if not amid more than else, who's
fate; adding
lived with an angel of yours, the mere to find, in a happier pact of let
lot to qualm in the smile of oddity to consider, a lasting right to kissing
acrid demonstration of need, is a logic come for the neglected am of met
faster, than you
correct if but a sameness seen, well is a rather large hope
in continued flesh is a whole, to remember the since for a mission to anger for could
can we see your heroism for a sanity in the draught of cold sophistication we can, told...
fusion, do you love more than me, the prayers of seasons, or life itself?
here is a door in liberty to accept the mine, of a wishing name in the with
happy and the soul of ably, the cares of knowing the same, somewhere between reason and health
my needs are beauty to give, a half of silence and is am all to agree, blessing?
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Babysitters And Pies Tickled Living Eaves Sated?
Babysitters And Pies Tickled Living Eaves Sated?
