WINE AND GATES
Spirit Of Since, The Terror To Times To Talk...?
case of fear
break gaze with an emotion
to know a gal of said fates, a question of love to leer
promises of visitation to complete the passion we devote, to portion
thee ordeal to feel, among the sour responses of angry habit, hatred
in a share of stimulation for the sense to answer itself in a blaze of glory
the tact of summation for yours, the savior of courage we know to be, a fairing lead
is thee a tread anxiety with a poor face of virtue in your name, the basis of fortune...?
pockets
of virulence in the now, to claim the sorrow of heed
head to sworn fidelity, to continue in the fame of corpulence for a city
that is home, to the deed of sincerity in front of purpose, to seek...
and to give the gift of destiny in the mar of does, your neglecting eye...
shadow for actual lips of regret, you keep for a sensitivity in the either, etc....
fainting or the sameness of doles we collected, for a requiem of youth and silence...
generations of destiny in front of a more to need with a cause to energize the method...
minds with out it...
deliverance with a mission to forget the nothing in the tartness of relative space, choices
to qualm the nature of poignancy to further wests, the question was a marvel of notorious whit
blow your own mind, the kind of savior that would with it, is no where in collected voices
hate mine?
I late yours...
you are the dealings of made beds and the magic of details of shame
that went with the mercy in the air, to consider but the vestige of misery in worth
kissed by the land, we know the patiences of somehow the life, of another in lores contempt
never been, the continued paces and presumed guarantee, of a thought two ways for sigh's
is a raging eye new to the blessing of fairing sanity, your wishes and haven't, let
sides of done and roaming wholes to confirm the next of kin? this age has austerity for a life
seeking the hill of sophistication in the mine and sublime, the taste of hope to a resting
tooth and the sunshine in a mind for the risks of problems and couth, we are the taste
of a poison letter in the scope of duty to avidness in your may and might to seem besting
thank you, for a hand shake of finess and given history to look upon a pressure to say...
love, do you have a sore thumb?
somewhere with a security for the season of a new hill, do you have a sharing lip to live
in the fate of others, the courage to choose your own, seclusion of patience, for some
the tale of cold shoulders, is my nary done have, the might of a persuasion of a relative...?
break gaze with an emotion
to know a gal of said fates, a question of love to leer
promises of visitation to complete the passion we devote, to portion
thee ordeal to feel, among the sour responses of angry habit, hatred
in a share of stimulation for the sense to answer itself in a blaze of glory
the tact of summation for yours, the savior of courage we know to be, a fairing lead
is thee a tread anxiety with a poor face of virtue in your name, the basis of fortune...?
pockets
of virulence in the now, to claim the sorrow of heed
head to sworn fidelity, to continue in the fame of corpulence for a city
that is home, to the deed of sincerity in front of purpose, to seek...
and to give the gift of destiny in the mar of does, your neglecting eye...
shadow for actual lips of regret, you keep for a sensitivity in the either, etc....
fainting or the sameness of doles we collected, for a requiem of youth and silence...
generations of destiny in front of a more to need with a cause to energize the method...
minds with out it...
deliverance with a mission to forget the nothing in the tartness of relative space, choices
to qualm the nature of poignancy to further wests, the question was a marvel of notorious whit
blow your own mind, the kind of savior that would with it, is no where in collected voices
hate mine?
I late yours...
you are the dealings of made beds and the magic of details of shame
that went with the mercy in the air, to consider but the vestige of misery in worth
kissed by the land, we know the patiences of somehow the life, of another in lores contempt
never been, the continued paces and presumed guarantee, of a thought two ways for sigh's
is a raging eye new to the blessing of fairing sanity, your wishes and haven't, let
sides of done and roaming wholes to confirm the next of kin? this age has austerity for a life
seeking the hill of sophistication in the mine and sublime, the taste of hope to a resting
tooth and the sunshine in a mind for the risks of problems and couth, we are the taste
of a poison letter in the scope of duty to avidness in your may and might to seem besting
thank you, for a hand shake of finess and given history to look upon a pressure to say...
love, do you have a sore thumb?
somewhere with a security for the season of a new hill, do you have a sharing lip to live
in the fate of others, the courage to choose your own, seclusion of patience, for some
the tale of cold shoulders, is my nary done have, the might of a persuasion of a relative...?
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Spirit Of Since, The Terror To Times To Talk...?
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