WINE AND GATES
Boat At Dealt Ash Nine Times For A Kiss, Isn't
natures of occur, to the tears of themselves
wealth and the sacred face of dreams to remember
the origins of complacency that have us, in the name of decency, delves
has to upset known and piety shown, the tarry of copious offense, were
these hands of demands for privacy and the aching walls of justice, never seen?
except to linger in the eyes of a lover? to the name of solitude we know
promises of contrivance souled, the step further to keep, recollection keen
are we said? are we having hope? is this knuckle of doom mine to kind, with owe?
never saw it coming?
so do anyone who doesn't care
the things of duty in our neglect of solace for a chewing hatred, soming
is not enough to select, the doldrum of issues in vice, to reoccur in the nostrils of may?
sound familiar?
just how many more of these do we have to know, before the worthy salt was mine?
hate you, sate new, irate who, the taste of sensible shame is infuriating, by similar...
ways with a jaundiced note for composure in exact channels of passes, is this need a sign?
places, peoples and passion worth the best or the lest, to find a miracle in the politeness
of a chaste misery in your eyes anew, the nation of imagination and its height to tell
made pretty for a clashing task of enmity and stupors of charity, waiting for a single bless
so many new faces for a patience to bite a lip of flesh scented with what the hell...
pennies from heathen, heathen from dependency...
where has the poise of a new kissed mind with your name for a salient hello, if not good bye
been, the tartness of our opposing thumbs would ask, in the treasured am, the clemency
of a sanity in the open for the price of a new promise, wouldn't we never be, the deadly..
haven't you noticed...
the tooth of responsibility for nigh a substitute recognition of solace for us
in the misplaced tongue of unity for countenance said, the pathway of suggest and mores wryed
the tree of sustain and refrain from plains, of duty that have the lips of sense mustn't
wealth and the sacred face of dreams to remember
the origins of complacency that have us, in the name of decency, delves
has to upset known and piety shown, the tarry of copious offense, were
these hands of demands for privacy and the aching walls of justice, never seen?
except to linger in the eyes of a lover? to the name of solitude we know
promises of contrivance souled, the step further to keep, recollection keen
are we said? are we having hope? is this knuckle of doom mine to kind, with owe?
never saw it coming?
so do anyone who doesn't care
the things of duty in our neglect of solace for a chewing hatred, soming
is not enough to select, the doldrum of issues in vice, to reoccur in the nostrils of may?
sound familiar?
just how many more of these do we have to know, before the worthy salt was mine?
hate you, sate new, irate who, the taste of sensible shame is infuriating, by similar...
ways with a jaundiced note for composure in exact channels of passes, is this need a sign?
places, peoples and passion worth the best or the lest, to find a miracle in the politeness
of a chaste misery in your eyes anew, the nation of imagination and its height to tell
made pretty for a clashing task of enmity and stupors of charity, waiting for a single bless
so many new faces for a patience to bite a lip of flesh scented with what the hell...
pennies from heathen, heathen from dependency...
where has the poise of a new kissed mind with your name for a salient hello, if not good bye
been, the tartness of our opposing thumbs would ask, in the treasured am, the clemency
of a sanity in the open for the price of a new promise, wouldn't we never be, the deadly..
haven't you noticed...
the tooth of responsibility for nigh a substitute recognition of solace for us
in the misplaced tongue of unity for countenance said, the pathway of suggest and mores wryed
the tree of sustain and refrain from plains, of duty that have the lips of sense mustn't
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Boat At Dealt Ash Nine Times For A Kiss, Isn`t
Boat At Dealt Ash Nine Times For A Kiss, Isn`t
