WINE AND GATES
A Weird Kind Way Assumed Really Didn't
earned
the face of a stranger, in the thoughts of another
penny depends, pride ends, the conversation with a yearned
keep of solitude for the chaste of wishes to gather
the taste of regiment in my stride
the right of solace with a further kiss, to my insight
the love of curiosity for a virtuosity sat, like a lion
the adulation of solemn chances in the shadows of courtesy and its, plight
work of the damned?
why do you ask yourself the fruitful question of deliverance?
the knock of the wind on sunshine's door, the gesture of lasts to give in?
as the burden of the wind peel's the fruit for means, I serve the notion of a chance
love was, consternation is a clue?
eating the fruit is a marvel of simultaneous seek of the essence of survival
in the stead of how's and ilk, the rest of the story for you...
is a smile an importance of candid response to an age old question of , well, hell
this eye brought me the times in the palm of a lands hand
that reality of future condition is a lucky coin of originality
unique to my bidden lips, the talk of surreal potential for a chance
at liberty in the justices of kind that make us a loved civility
than why do I know the tooth of the insane?
this mete of courage and the form to worry in the sadness of reason
time is a letting worth, in the first place; with a haven for reign
then in the passion we deem a with to is, the each of heed, eden?
the face of a stranger, in the thoughts of another
penny depends, pride ends, the conversation with a yearned
keep of solitude for the chaste of wishes to gather
the taste of regiment in my stride
the right of solace with a further kiss, to my insight
the love of curiosity for a virtuosity sat, like a lion
the adulation of solemn chances in the shadows of courtesy and its, plight
work of the damned?
why do you ask yourself the fruitful question of deliverance?
the knock of the wind on sunshine's door, the gesture of lasts to give in?
as the burden of the wind peel's the fruit for means, I serve the notion of a chance
love was, consternation is a clue?
eating the fruit is a marvel of simultaneous seek of the essence of survival
in the stead of how's and ilk, the rest of the story for you...
is a smile an importance of candid response to an age old question of , well, hell
this eye brought me the times in the palm of a lands hand
that reality of future condition is a lucky coin of originality
unique to my bidden lips, the talk of surreal potential for a chance
at liberty in the justices of kind that make us a loved civility
than why do I know the tooth of the insane?
this mete of courage and the form to worry in the sadness of reason
time is a letting worth, in the first place; with a haven for reign
then in the passion we deem a with to is, the each of heed, eden?
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A Weird Kind Way Assumed Really Didn`t
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