WINE AND GATES
Does Jealousy Hate You With A Tart Tongue?
the spoken word
dead to rights
angels and animals to clarify further...?
the dole of ourselves, these wages and these might's
appropriate behavior, to tenses of accolade
first and foremost, in love forever unless found
completion of a thought, to know qualm for a sincerity said
bracing odes to conversation kept, in the nature of sound
places in the hedonistic heart
to question the verve of silence, you should and I could
paces to the need of passion, for out our sanity is any and how smart
preparation for a shying may, in the name of a possibility, somehow lewd
till we excuse ourselves and the being of others, there is a place for anarchy
toward neglect in the necessity voted, we admire your chances of season
comparison to act upon, the loveliness of dreams, the shout of doom in these
answered vices and their ought and lot, to seek the moreover of reason
shapes of duty. in the ether of solace found in the eyes of another
together with our sleepy response to all that can, the honor of surmised joy
austerity is ours, for the succor that keeps, in the paces of just and is able's lover
where the committed know but a kiss, that is a language of dependency, that is voice
dead to rights
angels and animals to clarify further...?
the dole of ourselves, these wages and these might's
appropriate behavior, to tenses of accolade
first and foremost, in love forever unless found
completion of a thought, to know qualm for a sincerity said
bracing odes to conversation kept, in the nature of sound
places in the hedonistic heart
to question the verve of silence, you should and I could
paces to the need of passion, for out our sanity is any and how smart
preparation for a shying may, in the name of a possibility, somehow lewd
till we excuse ourselves and the being of others, there is a place for anarchy
toward neglect in the necessity voted, we admire your chances of season
comparison to act upon, the loveliness of dreams, the shout of doom in these
answered vices and their ought and lot, to seek the moreover of reason
shapes of duty. in the ether of solace found in the eyes of another
together with our sleepy response to all that can, the honor of surmised joy
austerity is ours, for the succor that keeps, in the paces of just and is able's lover
where the committed know but a kiss, that is a language of dependency, that is voice
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Does Jealousy Hate You With A Tart Tongue?
Does Jealousy Hate You With A Tart Tongue?
