WINE AND GATES
Does Angel's Merely Never, Pass Over Ever More?
tomorrow is today
with a smile on backwards, saying ought
the tone of my voice, the nature of causes seen, for any
old hip of circumstance that has the sense to be, not
shame, the way we save for ourselves from a liberty, thinking ages
of hardy seasons and the pristineness made for the change of it all
lucky roles and the savior of wholes, the taste of wind in its rages?
taken for exhilaration or its vaunted, penny for any who can falter...
step forward and see the names in the rainbow, though a shared tongue?
is more than if for a sweating and myriad since, song and haunting mine among?
tomorrow was for the strength in numbers we accept to be, the pall of the loving
presence of mine, pleasance for mend, persistence in money, I long for, ought
as shrewd as a giving here and now can begin, the torrid shall in lows
immediate to vows and how's, are we all right about the naked feelings we select?
prices above jealousy, panic and dirty noses with a problem in chosen try's, now's
actual figure and sour lingering of a showing eye, to keep a place in the dim, elect
purpose beyond a pale side of the world, we see the coping hours until the forever is
of the future known a better kind, if not compare of deeds done
with the persuasion and intention come, some, the few in our dreams reach
limit us to a wall, or mention us for a few saved, many heroes can right a wrong...
lovely looks form a solitary our one day, the taint of suggestion in our likewise
the tender order to a sincerity in kind, the premise of done and during, haven't
we and firsts among more, to neglect but a sated stare of forlornness for a gift nigh...
in the burden of somewhere so far, somehow for the risks of common enough dread, days...
with a smile on backwards, saying ought
the tone of my voice, the nature of causes seen, for any
old hip of circumstance that has the sense to be, not
shame, the way we save for ourselves from a liberty, thinking ages
of hardy seasons and the pristineness made for the change of it all
lucky roles and the savior of wholes, the taste of wind in its rages?
taken for exhilaration or its vaunted, penny for any who can falter...
step forward and see the names in the rainbow, though a shared tongue?
is more than if for a sweating and myriad since, song and haunting mine among?
tomorrow was for the strength in numbers we accept to be, the pall of the loving
presence of mine, pleasance for mend, persistence in money, I long for, ought
as shrewd as a giving here and now can begin, the torrid shall in lows
immediate to vows and how's, are we all right about the naked feelings we select?
prices above jealousy, panic and dirty noses with a problem in chosen try's, now's
actual figure and sour lingering of a showing eye, to keep a place in the dim, elect
purpose beyond a pale side of the world, we see the coping hours until the forever is
of the future known a better kind, if not compare of deeds done
with the persuasion and intention come, some, the few in our dreams reach
limit us to a wall, or mention us for a few saved, many heroes can right a wrong...
lovely looks form a solitary our one day, the taint of suggestion in our likewise
the tender order to a sincerity in kind, the premise of done and during, haven't
we and firsts among more, to neglect but a sated stare of forlornness for a gift nigh...
in the burden of somewhere so far, somehow for the risks of common enough dread, days...
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Does Angel`s Merely Never, Pass Over Ever More?
Does Angel`s Merely Never, Pass Over Ever More?
