WINE AND GATES
Livid Or Lucid, Instinct Took Asking Secrets?
panic in the same
wealth to deliver the news
marginal liberty to wish, upon the figure of speech in lament
treasured bout for silences world, the grace to tell the halt is minds losing
where are we?
I began with a knuckle and the high smile to the rest of the day
dreams and the sour need of excuses for others, in a blinding heed
of courage's found, the waiting our to defend a brace for any...
how
do we foray into deliberations sorts, if when is to be a clash with the neighbor's?
complacency in lou of a strength, we note the embarrassment of a callous voice to the now
shame in our regard, is now our energy to simplify, the dour wills of decision to itself, work
back with the notoriety of did
the needless remains of justified means, to quell with a miracle of sign's of the times
here is a frank discussion with the hopes we make, to know a language and words hid
compelled to accept, the martyr of demands and domain, the exaction of sides shown, shied
does this mean I should quit talking to myself?
yes is a breath of fish to stare, the moxy of don't the tale of selection come fresh
may be an hour of deliverance to the care of consciences same, the taste of fury in health
no more than a charisma of superiority found, for the shade of reason to exactly save the flesh
clear
dear, to the beauty we advise or despise, the salt of unity in our gaze
fear in a half shell, of dependency to have, the risks of momentum to hold, to hear
their the gift of sincerity to come, the space of dim needs in the particulars of justices ways
claim
on the turn of events, that deem us a unity before the season of honor to delve into affronts
of serious solutions in gray paces, the next of estranged misuse of a role in please's aim
counter get's haunt or habit, the notion to excel in our midst, pride's terror by the tongue
wealth to deliver the news
marginal liberty to wish, upon the figure of speech in lament
treasured bout for silences world, the grace to tell the halt is minds losing
where are we?
I began with a knuckle and the high smile to the rest of the day
dreams and the sour need of excuses for others, in a blinding heed
of courage's found, the waiting our to defend a brace for any...
how
do we foray into deliberations sorts, if when is to be a clash with the neighbor's?
complacency in lou of a strength, we note the embarrassment of a callous voice to the now
shame in our regard, is now our energy to simplify, the dour wills of decision to itself, work
back with the notoriety of did
the needless remains of justified means, to quell with a miracle of sign's of the times
here is a frank discussion with the hopes we make, to know a language and words hid
compelled to accept, the martyr of demands and domain, the exaction of sides shown, shied
does this mean I should quit talking to myself?
yes is a breath of fish to stare, the moxy of don't the tale of selection come fresh
may be an hour of deliverance to the care of consciences same, the taste of fury in health
no more than a charisma of superiority found, for the shade of reason to exactly save the flesh
clear
dear, to the beauty we advise or despise, the salt of unity in our gaze
fear in a half shell, of dependency to have, the risks of momentum to hold, to hear
their the gift of sincerity to come, the space of dim needs in the particulars of justices ways
claim
on the turn of events, that deem us a unity before the season of honor to delve into affronts
of serious solutions in gray paces, the next of estranged misuse of a role in please's aim
counter get's haunt or habit, the notion to excel in our midst, pride's terror by the tongue
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Livid Or Lucid, Instinct Took Asking Secrets?
Livid Or Lucid, Instinct Took Asking Secrets?
