WINE AND GATES
Two Places In The Dark, Makes Literal Sense?
thus thunder?
beyond our capacity to succeed at the name mentioned
where oh where has a house of action and season been?
like the tender eyes of doors and honors in the round, love is no sin
crazy, the smell of temptation in the lazy worth of demands
to a freshness in lore, the beginnings of senses of virtue
to give the gift of seclusion which is, the nary come bout the wink of a land
shared offense for the reach of during, the solemn dole of when, askew?
is it this name, or did we just see a lie, take the time to exasperate its health?
heeled as a dancing figment of speech is, the tartness of an objection is for those
that can begin with a propriety and end with a solace come, without jealousy
the lie has a life of its own, known none better except to question the avenue of does
proud is the mistake of banished feelings and the skirting of deliverance for jaundiced sake
the risks of voice in the flash of the pan, the soundness of duty to a strange hap
the similarity to kissing the witnesses of it, et al, is like no other mind, to wait
for the reasons of truth and just is, the scope of another idea to survive with sincerity apt
days go by, and we know the tale for its been and back, like a light ever was
the ruse of virtue seen for us, to remember the days like and wise, is whole
in its part to give and consider the obvious, the times of overt such for a harrowing, much
is a relationship with dread that is anon death, the rue of dismay that has madness to fulfill
ink, donations of seem, precision of might, and sameness of live
we knew the place and focus of done to well, the nary come little, more
of the decisions that make life a new place to add and surprise need with a future to give
with but anywhere the dimness of thus, and thus anyhow the joy of cause, we have sought courage
beyond our capacity to succeed at the name mentioned
where oh where has a house of action and season been?
like the tender eyes of doors and honors in the round, love is no sin
crazy, the smell of temptation in the lazy worth of demands
to a freshness in lore, the beginnings of senses of virtue
to give the gift of seclusion which is, the nary come bout the wink of a land
shared offense for the reach of during, the solemn dole of when, askew?
is it this name, or did we just see a lie, take the time to exasperate its health?
heeled as a dancing figment of speech is, the tartness of an objection is for those
that can begin with a propriety and end with a solace come, without jealousy
the lie has a life of its own, known none better except to question the avenue of does
proud is the mistake of banished feelings and the skirting of deliverance for jaundiced sake
the risks of voice in the flash of the pan, the soundness of duty to a strange hap
the similarity to kissing the witnesses of it, et al, is like no other mind, to wait
for the reasons of truth and just is, the scope of another idea to survive with sincerity apt
days go by, and we know the tale for its been and back, like a light ever was
the ruse of virtue seen for us, to remember the days like and wise, is whole
in its part to give and consider the obvious, the times of overt such for a harrowing, much
is a relationship with dread that is anon death, the rue of dismay that has madness to fulfill
ink, donations of seem, precision of might, and sameness of live
we knew the place and focus of done to well, the nary come little, more
of the decisions that make life a new place to add and surprise need with a future to give
with but anywhere the dimness of thus, and thus anyhow the joy of cause, we have sought courage
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Two Places In The Dark, Makes Literal Sense?
Two Places In The Dark, Makes Literal Sense?
