WINE AND GATES
When Dragons Spill Milk, They Create ...
white, assured and reached with a charisma
in the here, of our dearest smile, the denial
of a lip of unity for the divine dilemma
are you life to the fast, of a hidden agenda in heaven, for why
your kisses won't do
the bride of sincerity is to be found in the knowing river
in the humor of vantages for the home of a silver game to keep the glue
surreal was the thirst of an open wound, the quaint idea to shiver
how do you guess the press of silence is a watched house, without causes doors
the right to a private count of the future for us, the where with all to cling
to the reality of reasons unseen, the eyes of an ordeal before the misery of war
these proud ships in the harbor, should with a taste of a mind to cringe
know it not, the passion of simplicity
the thought for the odd, is in your hind view to seek
in the rage of a madness, that has the blessing of foreign tenacity
this jaundiced moment for the said, is a lore in the heat
prayers to the knowledge of curiosity, if not the metal of liberty
seldom have the sides of war been for a better tongue of chance, they knew the obvious
this remembered issue of decency over the mark of diversity, should with civility
the chance of chimes and the thief of dimes, is a clash of deems, no one has a laugh thus
a serpent with a carefully chosen name...
the tooth of anger for the ordeal of sires, in the beauty offered
is a welcome sly to the have of death, the nearer the heart of a poor aim
the greater the situation has a voice in the care of prophecy
sick not strict, until the care is a kiss
kindness for a potential lye, your drive of reason or denial
in the ridicule of semblances for a fear to wish
upon the doomed star you made, in the paces of a season of the wild
in the here, of our dearest smile, the denial
of a lip of unity for the divine dilemma
are you life to the fast, of a hidden agenda in heaven, for why
your kisses won't do
the bride of sincerity is to be found in the knowing river
in the humor of vantages for the home of a silver game to keep the glue
surreal was the thirst of an open wound, the quaint idea to shiver
how do you guess the press of silence is a watched house, without causes doors
the right to a private count of the future for us, the where with all to cling
to the reality of reasons unseen, the eyes of an ordeal before the misery of war
these proud ships in the harbor, should with a taste of a mind to cringe
know it not, the passion of simplicity
the thought for the odd, is in your hind view to seek
in the rage of a madness, that has the blessing of foreign tenacity
this jaundiced moment for the said, is a lore in the heat
prayers to the knowledge of curiosity, if not the metal of liberty
seldom have the sides of war been for a better tongue of chance, they knew the obvious
this remembered issue of decency over the mark of diversity, should with civility
the chance of chimes and the thief of dimes, is a clash of deems, no one has a laugh thus
a serpent with a carefully chosen name...
the tooth of anger for the ordeal of sires, in the beauty offered
is a welcome sly to the have of death, the nearer the heart of a poor aim
the greater the situation has a voice in the care of prophecy
sick not strict, until the care is a kiss
kindness for a potential lye, your drive of reason or denial
in the ridicule of semblances for a fear to wish
upon the doomed star you made, in the paces of a season of the wild
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When Dragons Spill Milk, They Create ...
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