WINE AND GATES
Convincing You One Eye Makes Two Better, Heeds...
red and driven, to madness...?
the impression of duty is a helping eye before us, wanting
why? the taste of suppose and the hold of youths for a bless
is their history, to complete the song of deliverance to cope, wishful nothings...?
place and says gentle, the myriad ordeals can't wealth
of virtue for a since, the tenderer the candor, the man of cancer
in the patience of hands samed, palms of choice given to cleverness, for an eye that heals
the price of jealousy in this universe, where even a careful thumb of defiance comes to earn...
the name of the future
the pride in devotee's of irony and the sorrow of odd cope, to climb a wall in love
the craving of suicides and the mystery of indication, is everywhere, for a charity?
the tone of your voice says all, the lucky nature of kindness came, is worth the moment thus
penny's and knee's in lords chambers, took the night
honor to serve an eye of truth to an enemy, has shaped the destiny of themselves
questions of pain and sin in the bed of a reached mind, is somewhere for an echoing might
answers of nourished form to a lip of chance, is a walking dread to since, the promise of hells
clever?
even the door of insanity will never deny, the taste of life and silence
the terror of doom and the shared gift of sincerity for another pace of intrusion, never
among the salt of humanity to keep the simplest, unity is as dead as you want it, strife...
coping with the times, the name is still whole, trust
of causes and the candor for requiem to come, is anything but the needs of love
it's your goddamn soul, ready to leap for a shame of use in the corners of youth, must
like the sand between your toes, the facts in your lips grasp, the ashes of reason to sate, is
taken to extremes of chance and sass, for the candid life of choice?
have a nice day, the terror in our hands for an our of courage and the flower of rage
is anywhere but had, the talk of disease and the many of heed, to come with a price, is a voice
that knew you one better, the knew you one better, and the share of dreams had somewhere, hatred
parable pathetic, hats off to a chastity...?
thoughts in the smile of an edge of you, somehow
to know the liberty of common salt, in the veins of duty to reach for the energy
of a single mind, to come for the rest of your harm's tears, for your life and the shown now...
the impression of duty is a helping eye before us, wanting
why? the taste of suppose and the hold of youths for a bless
is their history, to complete the song of deliverance to cope, wishful nothings...?
place and says gentle, the myriad ordeals can't wealth
of virtue for a since, the tenderer the candor, the man of cancer
in the patience of hands samed, palms of choice given to cleverness, for an eye that heals
the price of jealousy in this universe, where even a careful thumb of defiance comes to earn...
the name of the future
the pride in devotee's of irony and the sorrow of odd cope, to climb a wall in love
the craving of suicides and the mystery of indication, is everywhere, for a charity?
the tone of your voice says all, the lucky nature of kindness came, is worth the moment thus
penny's and knee's in lords chambers, took the night
honor to serve an eye of truth to an enemy, has shaped the destiny of themselves
questions of pain and sin in the bed of a reached mind, is somewhere for an echoing might
answers of nourished form to a lip of chance, is a walking dread to since, the promise of hells
clever?
even the door of insanity will never deny, the taste of life and silence
the terror of doom and the shared gift of sincerity for another pace of intrusion, never
among the salt of humanity to keep the simplest, unity is as dead as you want it, strife...
coping with the times, the name is still whole, trust
of causes and the candor for requiem to come, is anything but the needs of love
it's your goddamn soul, ready to leap for a shame of use in the corners of youth, must
like the sand between your toes, the facts in your lips grasp, the ashes of reason to sate, is
taken to extremes of chance and sass, for the candid life of choice?
have a nice day, the terror in our hands for an our of courage and the flower of rage
is anywhere but had, the talk of disease and the many of heed, to come with a price, is a voice
that knew you one better, the knew you one better, and the share of dreams had somewhere, hatred
parable pathetic, hats off to a chastity...?
thoughts in the smile of an edge of you, somehow
to know the liberty of common salt, in the veins of duty to reach for the energy
of a single mind, to come for the rest of your harm's tears, for your life and the shown now...
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Convincing You One Eye Makes Two Better, Heeds...
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