WINE AND GATES
Tongues Wishing In Love's Name Of Any House?
bent on brides
the face of secrets in the another
to whimsy among the solace we found, to climb but a shied...
in terror or ipso de facto, the collection of sincerity to comfort, cowards
the slick and the sick, together for another angel's, wish
the milk of doom and gloom, to finalize the senses for a creation's miracle
the singing of longevity for a question of doles and the harbored simplicity in a kiss
the more we stead, the money we wed, to confirm the shape of fury in a faces, will
bracing for impact, the times in your language and place, please
the morbidity of vision and the smile of ordeals made, is forever more the naked...?
if to correct but a sanity for a silvered misuse of capability seen, the taste to heed
is a raging sound above the level of sunshine or the moon of compromise, sacred?
was a metal in our share and fair of consciences taken, to light...?
the darkness for a creamy some, in the misery of others
the beauty with the luck of duty in a hap seen once, than nervously might
the sense of shame is a realm onto its selves, mother's...
and a father of continued sorrow and fate in the caginess of shade, that is our lips
four among two, to amidst for, the place of scintillating musts
of heed and error for the role of youths, to confirm the need of ache and being, insists
like the soul of questions answered by the echoes of history, thus
moments to finish, the lords halting sate
prayers in the verve of cessation found, to give but the heart of dismal clues
to the sourness of precision that is a let of honesty in the future's inate
where, when, how, haven't, sin, seclusion, for a gestures to and for, muses
granted a groom
of seduction and the martyrdom of solace as charity was, scented
the meaning of someplace and the time of decency to come, for all who soon
the choice of dread, in the fissure of error that has needs, for relented....
the face of secrets in the another
to whimsy among the solace we found, to climb but a shied...
in terror or ipso de facto, the collection of sincerity to comfort, cowards
the slick and the sick, together for another angel's, wish
the milk of doom and gloom, to finalize the senses for a creation's miracle
the singing of longevity for a question of doles and the harbored simplicity in a kiss
the more we stead, the money we wed, to confirm the shape of fury in a faces, will
bracing for impact, the times in your language and place, please
the morbidity of vision and the smile of ordeals made, is forever more the naked...?
if to correct but a sanity for a silvered misuse of capability seen, the taste to heed
is a raging sound above the level of sunshine or the moon of compromise, sacred?
was a metal in our share and fair of consciences taken, to light...?
the darkness for a creamy some, in the misery of others
the beauty with the luck of duty in a hap seen once, than nervously might
the sense of shame is a realm onto its selves, mother's...
and a father of continued sorrow and fate in the caginess of shade, that is our lips
four among two, to amidst for, the place of scintillating musts
of heed and error for the role of youths, to confirm the need of ache and being, insists
like the soul of questions answered by the echoes of history, thus
moments to finish, the lords halting sate
prayers in the verve of cessation found, to give but the heart of dismal clues
to the sourness of precision that is a let of honesty in the future's inate
where, when, how, haven't, sin, seclusion, for a gestures to and for, muses
granted a groom
of seduction and the martyrdom of solace as charity was, scented
the meaning of someplace and the time of decency to come, for all who soon
the choice of dread, in the fissure of error that has needs, for relented....
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Tongues Wishing In Love`s Name Of Any House?
Tongues Wishing In Love`s Name Of Any House?
