WINE AND GATES
Intended For Mature Oddity's Only...
Do I remember the cigarette?
Panic and drama, to seem a little more distant
To a friend of mine, the instinct of toil etc.
Found in a brightly colored box, with nowhere to go but lent
Strange lip's that recreate the burden of yearned for secret's
Fascination and houred cleverness, to welcome the sight...
Of surprise, when a foil of youth, has seen the tawdry met
Without the least bit of sound, in the craving of sober intent, might?
A friend with none, have the shared insight?
Was a ducky day with no more light, the way to our heart?
In the frankness that started the legend of dismay, was our ourselves the right?
In a hallowed change of seasons, with ignoration for a chin, the willful and the smart?
Seem's like the good old time's, doesn't it?
With a patient draw of luck, if not lucre for the rest of silence
We are here to smoke, why not the idea of superstition to get lit?
With a professed smile and the calm of unique truth, we just barely see it...
The hands of crying that is...
Seed and sides of wishes, the similarity to staring statues
With a problem for each finish, of a season of dooming the ain't of bliss
Made with a snappy refrain and the selection of the odd, for further clues...
To work for a sincerity in the shared fruit we never met, the copious stain
Of breath and tissues, on the top of a charity for the risks of callous demand
In the heat of simplicity for the issues of realms of chance, that have a kiss plain
In the shame of their belly, with a flower of none, to serve as a call to family's...
At least the hand anyway, with a poorer repute than the filial sun
Mar and sorrow for a new time, with a many in tuned to a life with a promise
That has a notion of worthier will's, and the gift of inanity for all and one...
Stead is our way, and forth the night of seeking the decency of a curiosity as a vice
Chastity chastity
With your bird for honor, and a kiss for your nose
Life in your hands, is a gaining sense, civility
For the wink and the shine of disparity, never to lose...
Panic and drama, to seem a little more distant
To a friend of mine, the instinct of toil etc.
Found in a brightly colored box, with nowhere to go but lent
Strange lip's that recreate the burden of yearned for secret's
Fascination and houred cleverness, to welcome the sight...
Of surprise, when a foil of youth, has seen the tawdry met
Without the least bit of sound, in the craving of sober intent, might?
A friend with none, have the shared insight?
Was a ducky day with no more light, the way to our heart?
In the frankness that started the legend of dismay, was our ourselves the right?
In a hallowed change of seasons, with ignoration for a chin, the willful and the smart?
Seem's like the good old time's, doesn't it?
With a patient draw of luck, if not lucre for the rest of silence
We are here to smoke, why not the idea of superstition to get lit?
With a professed smile and the calm of unique truth, we just barely see it...
The hands of crying that is...
Seed and sides of wishes, the similarity to staring statues
With a problem for each finish, of a season of dooming the ain't of bliss
Made with a snappy refrain and the selection of the odd, for further clues...
To work for a sincerity in the shared fruit we never met, the copious stain
Of breath and tissues, on the top of a charity for the risks of callous demand
In the heat of simplicity for the issues of realms of chance, that have a kiss plain
In the shame of their belly, with a flower of none, to serve as a call to family's...
At least the hand anyway, with a poorer repute than the filial sun
Mar and sorrow for a new time, with a many in tuned to a life with a promise
That has a notion of worthier will's, and the gift of inanity for all and one...
Stead is our way, and forth the night of seeking the decency of a curiosity as a vice
Chastity chastity
With your bird for honor, and a kiss for your nose
Life in your hands, is a gaining sense, civility
For the wink and the shine of disparity, never to lose...
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Intended For Mature Oddity`s Only...
Intended For Mature Oddity`s Only...
