WINE AND GATES
They Ask Reaches, They Anger Reason...?
best friends
rolling hill's with a hiccup
jaundiced till haunted, the trying mends
is yours, for a song in the mouth of a cup...
excited or callous, the watch showed a myth
method in years of younger mention, of a corruptible scent
the taste of suicide is enough, for a quiet business
of causes worth the silence, of neither wrent
a place to take a bath, tomorrow for the gathering
a towel without yonder works to irk, the need of moisture
a face that reminds in the mirror, a pact for the wandering
a scope of images in the eye, today is the cure...
places and spaces for a witnessed burden, to count
in the wait of addages and the pristine form to a home
the calling which and the survival of a stitch, an honesty to pout
life in the times with you, think the irony for a sound loan
creation of an odd asking and friction of means untoward
the power of a new limit in the sit of spirits and the ache of earthen stares
isn't the dread of an unknowing finger to linger in the sight of a prayer, hard
the still alive origins of breath and death to kind, the kiss of heirs
persuasion of a silly need for ordeals of fruit, suited youth, and the ripeness of a beauty
in the sides of duty we discuss from birth, the tact of terror
for the cannot and the sought hate of courses in how's liberty
where...?
rolling hill's with a hiccup
jaundiced till haunted, the trying mends
is yours, for a song in the mouth of a cup...
excited or callous, the watch showed a myth
method in years of younger mention, of a corruptible scent
the taste of suicide is enough, for a quiet business
of causes worth the silence, of neither wrent
a place to take a bath, tomorrow for the gathering
a towel without yonder works to irk, the need of moisture
a face that reminds in the mirror, a pact for the wandering
a scope of images in the eye, today is the cure...
places and spaces for a witnessed burden, to count
in the wait of addages and the pristine form to a home
the calling which and the survival of a stitch, an honesty to pout
life in the times with you, think the irony for a sound loan
creation of an odd asking and friction of means untoward
the power of a new limit in the sit of spirits and the ache of earthen stares
isn't the dread of an unknowing finger to linger in the sight of a prayer, hard
the still alive origins of breath and death to kind, the kiss of heirs
persuasion of a silly need for ordeals of fruit, suited youth, and the ripeness of a beauty
in the sides of duty we discuss from birth, the tact of terror
for the cannot and the sought hate of courses in how's liberty
where...?
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They Ask Reaches, They Anger Reason...?
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