WINE AND GATES
Loan's Of Bollock's, Tone's Of A Doll's Luck...?
Same shown, somewhere the sweet
Same shown, a song of derisive defeat
Same shown, to remember the callous heat
Same shown, furor's of dream's that offered a seat
Some world, same shown
The laugh in our stead, caring as a tongue may be
The risen mere to hear, in our voices, with a merit to own
Taken for a future, in love with all and most, our best to see
A world of difference, the tone of a needy and new ring
Of simplicity in the go, even odd or orchestrated
To know, the silence we kiss, with, the measures of utopia, the thing
With bright teeth has shown itself, and three is a crowd, demonstrated
Care, here is a hair of a difference...
Sent from hell on eternity's behalf, but with the logic of cleanse and curiosity
Comes the deliverance of poise, to the altar of unity perchance
Why am I sucking on your foot, when my mouth may commit to virtuosity?
Because monster's, need the extra time to live up to a shadow...?
Sex and the skip of a heart in the realm of presence of mind that could
We see the time's admit to a bitter freedom, that has the plain for sadism and more
Could this be the act, or the punishment of fact, we saw make us the half of something so lewd?
Gobbling, not whorish?
Salty, not failing?
Whethered, not boorish?
Unless you count the terror of spit having the time of, our, living
With baring the heed, instead of gifting the notion of inherency?
Sanity to drive forward, a timid scope of distress and the marvel's we approve
Are and our, the similarity to another sensitivity in motion's, of a stomach to relent
When is our time exact, and when does a didn't have the time of it's life, like host's of you...
Same shown, a song of derisive defeat
Same shown, to remember the callous heat
Same shown, furor's of dream's that offered a seat
Some world, same shown
The laugh in our stead, caring as a tongue may be
The risen mere to hear, in our voices, with a merit to own
Taken for a future, in love with all and most, our best to see
A world of difference, the tone of a needy and new ring
Of simplicity in the go, even odd or orchestrated
To know, the silence we kiss, with, the measures of utopia, the thing
With bright teeth has shown itself, and three is a crowd, demonstrated
Care, here is a hair of a difference...
Sent from hell on eternity's behalf, but with the logic of cleanse and curiosity
Comes the deliverance of poise, to the altar of unity perchance
Why am I sucking on your foot, when my mouth may commit to virtuosity?
Because monster's, need the extra time to live up to a shadow...?
Sex and the skip of a heart in the realm of presence of mind that could
We see the time's admit to a bitter freedom, that has the plain for sadism and more
Could this be the act, or the punishment of fact, we saw make us the half of something so lewd?
Gobbling, not whorish?
Salty, not failing?
Whethered, not boorish?
Unless you count the terror of spit having the time of, our, living
With baring the heed, instead of gifting the notion of inherency?
Sanity to drive forward, a timid scope of distress and the marvel's we approve
Are and our, the similarity to another sensitivity in motion's, of a stomach to relent
When is our time exact, and when does a didn't have the time of it's life, like host's of you...
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Loan`s Of Bollock`s, Tone`s Of A Doll`s Luck...?
Loan`s Of Bollock`s, Tone`s Of A Doll`s Luck...?
