WINE AND GATES
Part Seldom, Part Oddity; Caught You Knowing
serpentine love
of ordeals is a sorrows eye
the times are a few, if not more, we have
the bride of powers to sit with a play of denial
panic, possibility, prudence of a point
in the low of the land, to keep the hand of a maiden
in the sigh's of creation we took, for gains of grant
the future of silence of you, in the tension we fate, energies
like music, like the toes of mercy
we might
the tradition of fools in the sight of worry
the turn of kisses into a kind of sincerity's blight
many tales to tell, the found for fell
in the still reach of guidance to the joy
of a wisdom of fruition's meant also with a bite of hell
just to tell if a grace in pace is memory to be coy
which in stitches of time
the tongue of diversity to know, the live we approve of
is to be more than a condition of need to a heaven's sign
this is the now, the care of unique passion for unique could
of ordeals is a sorrows eye
the times are a few, if not more, we have
the bride of powers to sit with a play of denial
panic, possibility, prudence of a point
in the low of the land, to keep the hand of a maiden
in the sigh's of creation we took, for gains of grant
the future of silence of you, in the tension we fate, energies
like music, like the toes of mercy
we might
the tradition of fools in the sight of worry
the turn of kisses into a kind of sincerity's blight
many tales to tell, the found for fell
in the still reach of guidance to the joy
of a wisdom of fruition's meant also with a bite of hell
just to tell if a grace in pace is memory to be coy
which in stitches of time
the tongue of diversity to know, the live we approve of
is to be more than a condition of need to a heaven's sign
this is the now, the care of unique passion for unique could
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Part Seldom, Part Oddity; Caught You Knowing
Part Seldom, Part Oddity; Caught You Knowing
