WINE AND GATES
Doves Judge Hell Forth Bells, Juice And Dragons?
passed invitation
next to the ashtray, whether we seek alone
or asylum for a jaded kiss in the grace, sincerity
is my name to neglect, the press of another lover in turns of none?
shame and devils alarm, the can't of auteur sophistication
more to sneeze at, the count has become a lip of service
to dissatisfaction, the comfort of a photograph worth the silence
shall and history to wall, wait upon on us one more time, the thought for succor thus...?
time to pray...
aspect in hearts adored, with a finished still of the nature of cope
to overwhelm the salacious gift of concern that has a begetting onus to day
with a meager supply of sugar, the price of decency is a herald, of tradition, opportune?
come see our new baby, the lips of fascination to question the angels for a sulk...
have a cup of tea, that exhumes the price of honesty for a laughing dole, we requiem
have a sunday outing with causes to glee, the music between our ears, is sour to clear, all
marry me, with a roll of selection and the delight of collection come corrected, for whim
pandering neighbors?
the drapes are on fire, the tops of energy we seek, the vaunted life of a soul
worth the wisdom and misery in motion, to know but a trifle more
ancientness in our hands for a notion fairer than now, the place of themselves were, whole
me, myself and I
the taste of superiority for a day long visit, the tale to treasure with a scare
sounds of frustration and the meagerness of common hours for the sanity of a dream, so blind
that the tooth it takes to eat from the table, is marriage to excuse us with another prayer...
sincerity or solutions in the gray morn, to satisfy even the sovereignty of just
the few to curse, the soon with what hurts, the notion of convenience that has a said
measure for measure in love, with a complexity of saving grace, from the legend of dust
where any man worth his bit lip or his litany of bibles, has just made...
next to the ashtray, whether we seek alone
or asylum for a jaded kiss in the grace, sincerity
is my name to neglect, the press of another lover in turns of none?
shame and devils alarm, the can't of auteur sophistication
more to sneeze at, the count has become a lip of service
to dissatisfaction, the comfort of a photograph worth the silence
shall and history to wall, wait upon on us one more time, the thought for succor thus...?
time to pray...
aspect in hearts adored, with a finished still of the nature of cope
to overwhelm the salacious gift of concern that has a begetting onus to day
with a meager supply of sugar, the price of decency is a herald, of tradition, opportune?
come see our new baby, the lips of fascination to question the angels for a sulk...
have a cup of tea, that exhumes the price of honesty for a laughing dole, we requiem
have a sunday outing with causes to glee, the music between our ears, is sour to clear, all
marry me, with a roll of selection and the delight of collection come corrected, for whim
pandering neighbors?
the drapes are on fire, the tops of energy we seek, the vaunted life of a soul
worth the wisdom and misery in motion, to know but a trifle more
ancientness in our hands for a notion fairer than now, the place of themselves were, whole
me, myself and I
the taste of superiority for a day long visit, the tale to treasure with a scare
sounds of frustration and the meagerness of common hours for the sanity of a dream, so blind
that the tooth it takes to eat from the table, is marriage to excuse us with another prayer...
sincerity or solutions in the gray morn, to satisfy even the sovereignty of just
the few to curse, the soon with what hurts, the notion of convenience that has a said
measure for measure in love, with a complexity of saving grace, from the legend of dust
where any man worth his bit lip or his litany of bibles, has just made...
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Doves Judge Hell Forth Bells, Juice And Dragons?
Doves Judge Hell Forth Bells, Juice And Dragons?
