WINE AND GATES
Baking Soda, Night Fires, And Yeast (Tea?)
Light by inclemency...?
Saviors of intuition asked...
Deeds and fury to advance, immediacy
Sense comes from a baby, liberating isolated chaste...
Cold significance, and the marvel of milk...?
To wish at the alter of unity, is our speed...?
Withheld by the cares, of frustration, time and fulfillment
Merry old me, a child will note, silence is livid with eave's?
Late to an eye, given by thine, meagerly...
Lover's and hush, to make the appointed around, and service to an ideal
Familiarity and gage of worth, world's of animosity named the kind, energy
Pace's and facet's of eerie history, worth all's glue or it's given weal...?
Watching the care go by, and the breed make a living stare
The wild's of a bed and the lamb, have the silence of a pillow...
In the stir of salt and the redress of comfort to theirs
Persuasion in an infant's eye, if the clarity of a sincerity to question atone?
Heaven is looking for it's toast...?
Hour's with a realm to tis', keep the story...?
Held belief's and sincerity to vice, haven't in moisture?
Terror behind the world, or an answer to serve a kiss from your father...?
Which was, this, your moment in the sun...
Is a relationship with a smile, a miracle in the name of able wishes...?
And the small chance of sun burn being, the tunnel...
We entered with a rashness?, and found to be a very careful religion
Nate, nate
Round the survival of a simple lead
Living in scare's and priveleged sulk's, can we blame
The role of Sodom and Gomorrah to swim, over youth's head...?
Saviors of intuition asked...
Deeds and fury to advance, immediacy
Sense comes from a baby, liberating isolated chaste...
Cold significance, and the marvel of milk...?
To wish at the alter of unity, is our speed...?
Withheld by the cares, of frustration, time and fulfillment
Merry old me, a child will note, silence is livid with eave's?
Late to an eye, given by thine, meagerly...
Lover's and hush, to make the appointed around, and service to an ideal
Familiarity and gage of worth, world's of animosity named the kind, energy
Pace's and facet's of eerie history, worth all's glue or it's given weal...?
Watching the care go by, and the breed make a living stare
The wild's of a bed and the lamb, have the silence of a pillow...
In the stir of salt and the redress of comfort to theirs
Persuasion in an infant's eye, if the clarity of a sincerity to question atone?
Heaven is looking for it's toast...?
Hour's with a realm to tis', keep the story...?
Held belief's and sincerity to vice, haven't in moisture?
Terror behind the world, or an answer to serve a kiss from your father...?
Which was, this, your moment in the sun...
Is a relationship with a smile, a miracle in the name of able wishes...?
And the small chance of sun burn being, the tunnel...
We entered with a rashness?, and found to be a very careful religion
Nate, nate
Round the survival of a simple lead
Living in scare's and priveleged sulk's, can we blame
The role of Sodom and Gomorrah to swim, over youth's head...?
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Baking Soda, Night Fires, And Yeast (Tea?)
Baking Soda, Night Fires, And Yeast (Tea?)