WINE AND GATES
Then In Your Name, We See Youth Swallow
sweat by basis
meat in the pan
ice to be, devoid of truth
is your self in the can?
pulse of a reason, on the season of could
the breath of a lover, be the source of a new day
requited with feelings for a salt, the measure of should
in our coffee for a dream, trying the honor of a deem of sate
west to the well-spring of guises for the our of covenants
the tally of wishes for which, the turn of an odd culture
into the security of a thumb in graces garden
where the hurts of ideas foreign to else, are made with a religious fury...
delicious?
meant with a particular ide of vice, meant to secret the future?
complete to didn't, the cope of each his history for an hour had?
sex in the role of vision, for the neutral claim of what went where?
the eyes of a lover
reality of virtue, to confirm the meager of sides that come
the walls themselves, new to the truth, sing an our of wealth of doubt, made airs
the candor of searching high and low for a waiting isle of heed to be done
let with a mountain of pain, the sunrise will show a tear of angels to the known
set with a hill of reknown, the time of selection will know the better of you
met with a valley of gain, again is the sorrow of a justified wind blowing
regret with a land of sensitivity, the terror of senses to devour the need, will come to
never meet a fool in the rain again, says the knee of understanding that comes to kind
we are the intellect of instinct made the rallying cry of days of somber news
that has the need of grief as a length of worth in the innermost of strengths of time
where there is a part to be made for the marriage of patience, is a comment rued
meat in the pan
ice to be, devoid of truth
is your self in the can?
pulse of a reason, on the season of could
the breath of a lover, be the source of a new day
requited with feelings for a salt, the measure of should
in our coffee for a dream, trying the honor of a deem of sate
west to the well-spring of guises for the our of covenants
the tally of wishes for which, the turn of an odd culture
into the security of a thumb in graces garden
where the hurts of ideas foreign to else, are made with a religious fury...
delicious?
meant with a particular ide of vice, meant to secret the future?
complete to didn't, the cope of each his history for an hour had?
sex in the role of vision, for the neutral claim of what went where?
the eyes of a lover
reality of virtue, to confirm the meager of sides that come
the walls themselves, new to the truth, sing an our of wealth of doubt, made airs
the candor of searching high and low for a waiting isle of heed to be done
let with a mountain of pain, the sunrise will show a tear of angels to the known
set with a hill of reknown, the time of selection will know the better of you
met with a valley of gain, again is the sorrow of a justified wind blowing
regret with a land of sensitivity, the terror of senses to devour the need, will come to
never meet a fool in the rain again, says the knee of understanding that comes to kind
we are the intellect of instinct made the rallying cry of days of somber news
that has the need of grief as a length of worth in the innermost of strengths of time
where there is a part to be made for the marriage of patience, is a comment rued
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Then In Your Name, We See Youth Swallow
Then In Your Name, We See Youth Swallow
