WINE AND GATES
Same Side Of The Week As End's Meet At Church?
List my ornoriness?
Last of many, upheaval is a crush
Lost to service in a guiding history
Lest by the silence we enjoy, for a simple hush
Lust seem's to be it?
Fewer by the ordeal we know can, with your imagination
The role of vicinity and harboring the need, be it neighbor or edict
The rise and fall of curiosity to form, the very words of saved inclination...
Likewise I'm sure, the special seed of courses and forces with another
The reality of simplicity we can with, a host of comparison to me's
We know are a life in the balance, of share and shame
The thought and the mere, of calm and its name with reason...
Beguiling, the sound of a party in the shadows, where one tooth makes two truths
Sense for a clashing hand, the skill's of poise and patience, to deliberate
The question's and the answer's of poignancy to keep a shadow of a doubt, who
Is a lore to the safety we enjoy, and who is a rage of shall that says we are the sate?
Love is dried tear's here
Candor and figurative seek, of a new brace for guarantee and the place
Of sexual awareness of the passion and baring of a gift to other's
When doubt comes to play, what is a character in the neglect of taste?
Weal
Total and true, the smile of observation to claim a new privelege
Time is a rational of since, we are the voice of anger to heal
At a sign of the times, despair worth a stronger voice, is a shoulder of Christian lead...
A new party with a shrewd and tender eye, to tell the time to a curious season
Where has a legend of conscience and focus seen, the clamor of essence take root
Gift's of doldrum's and vulgar share, is a wind in the sail's of a ship that has run
The course of a gauntlet of choices and the patience of a name, to have a new love...
Last of many, upheaval is a crush
Lost to service in a guiding history
Lest by the silence we enjoy, for a simple hush
Lust seem's to be it?
Fewer by the ordeal we know can, with your imagination
The role of vicinity and harboring the need, be it neighbor or edict
The rise and fall of curiosity to form, the very words of saved inclination...
Likewise I'm sure, the special seed of courses and forces with another
The reality of simplicity we can with, a host of comparison to me's
We know are a life in the balance, of share and shame
The thought and the mere, of calm and its name with reason...
Beguiling, the sound of a party in the shadows, where one tooth makes two truths
Sense for a clashing hand, the skill's of poise and patience, to deliberate
The question's and the answer's of poignancy to keep a shadow of a doubt, who
Is a lore to the safety we enjoy, and who is a rage of shall that says we are the sate?
Love is dried tear's here
Candor and figurative seek, of a new brace for guarantee and the place
Of sexual awareness of the passion and baring of a gift to other's
When doubt comes to play, what is a character in the neglect of taste?
Weal
Total and true, the smile of observation to claim a new privelege
Time is a rational of since, we are the voice of anger to heal
At a sign of the times, despair worth a stronger voice, is a shoulder of Christian lead...
A new party with a shrewd and tender eye, to tell the time to a curious season
Where has a legend of conscience and focus seen, the clamor of essence take root
Gift's of doldrum's and vulgar share, is a wind in the sail's of a ship that has run
The course of a gauntlet of choices and the patience of a name, to have a new love...
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Same Side Of The Week As End`s Meet At Church?
Same Side Of The Week As End`s Meet At Church?
