WINE AND GATES
Close To Souls, Of Unity Is A Stare...
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windows washed with soap
have no space to reflect
upon the role of vagueness to cope
penny on the carpet
we tell the rued smile of conniving the point
this liberty of gain, is a work in the set
of misery to fury, is the wake of late ship's to the joint
spending the thumb
on a honor of calmer thoughts for fingers
that select the wishes of moments for a good come
enough said, but the compassion lingers
sweet to youth, we hold the truth
for the violence of candid chance
thinking the guile of reasons, to imbed in couth
where are we a blind man, by defense
sounds of commotion from outside the window
the language used is merciful, the total of kind and the here to say
the rue of vintage, the show of drastic those
with a puff in the hands, one face appears to have, any
my name is abrupt
much to same, I know the levity of courage, with a love
never the damned, always the music of a cherub
misery has a cost, I hold to was
throats and sand, the tenth of a vaunted city
the reflection of method in the wait of conditions
anger of poise to choose, the turn of liberty
into the care of passivity to quell the soul of intuitions
cough
he will say, the church of summation is forever the shame
of simplicity to know with a naked spite, rough
voices of implicity know the game
windows washed with soap
have no space to reflect
upon the role of vagueness to cope
penny on the carpet
we tell the rued smile of conniving the point
this liberty of gain, is a work in the set
of misery to fury, is the wake of late ship's to the joint
spending the thumb
on a honor of calmer thoughts for fingers
that select the wishes of moments for a good come
enough said, but the compassion lingers
sweet to youth, we hold the truth
for the violence of candid chance
thinking the guile of reasons, to imbed in couth
where are we a blind man, by defense
sounds of commotion from outside the window
the language used is merciful, the total of kind and the here to say
the rue of vintage, the show of drastic those
with a puff in the hands, one face appears to have, any
my name is abrupt
much to same, I know the levity of courage, with a love
never the damned, always the music of a cherub
misery has a cost, I hold to was
throats and sand, the tenth of a vaunted city
the reflection of method in the wait of conditions
anger of poise to choose, the turn of liberty
into the care of passivity to quell the soul of intuitions
cough
he will say, the church of summation is forever the shame
of simplicity to know with a naked spite, rough
voices of implicity know the game
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Close To Souls, Of Unity Is A Stare...
Close To Souls, Of Unity Is A Stare...