WINE AND GATES
etc. and the lore of dilemmas (power to pepper)
sunny side up
the love in the hand
maybe, the curiousity of a going guff
was a mercy to the irony of a sleeping, sand
the trophy of oppurtune marvels
we select them like a true champ
this eye is for the knowing, like bells
the other is forever a providing can
but we search the sea
for the heart of poise that makes a fish
the class of waters to delve into, never a flower being
the cool taste and case of a wish
what has gone wrong
the future thinks the sheets need to be changed
but the lovers of worth in our pockets have come on strong
the which of the walls is a measure of the weird came
popularity is a foil of the following
penchance is a ward to alleviate the still of the nye
passion is a word onto its wealth, that commits to a burden hallowing
power is a lucre that decides upon the times for a wry
and then there was a care
in the fate of reality so far
that has the crass for a comely near
do you taste salt for a door ajar?
themes of white halls and heigth of walls
the music is loud, the reverance of virtue too keen
the throb of entity in its energy would the firm notion of calls
like a thread of peculiarity, we seem to be obscene
artillery of the soul, on the bedside table
we need the craft of a fruition exacted for life
the pinch of water, and the wink of patience come capable
this limelight is a trick of the night...
the love in the hand
maybe, the curiousity of a going guff
was a mercy to the irony of a sleeping, sand
the trophy of oppurtune marvels
we select them like a true champ
this eye is for the knowing, like bells
the other is forever a providing can
but we search the sea
for the heart of poise that makes a fish
the class of waters to delve into, never a flower being
the cool taste and case of a wish
what has gone wrong
the future thinks the sheets need to be changed
but the lovers of worth in our pockets have come on strong
the which of the walls is a measure of the weird came
popularity is a foil of the following
penchance is a ward to alleviate the still of the nye
passion is a word onto its wealth, that commits to a burden hallowing
power is a lucre that decides upon the times for a wry
and then there was a care
in the fate of reality so far
that has the crass for a comely near
do you taste salt for a door ajar?
themes of white halls and heigth of walls
the music is loud, the reverance of virtue too keen
the throb of entity in its energy would the firm notion of calls
like a thread of peculiarity, we seem to be obscene
artillery of the soul, on the bedside table
we need the craft of a fruition exacted for life
the pinch of water, and the wink of patience come capable
this limelight is a trick of the night...
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etc. and the lore of dilemmas (power to pepper)
etc. and the lore of dilemmas (power to pepper)