WINE AND GATES
Looking In Mirrors In Your Mansion, Regret...
staid blank of redemption
said the tenth of the wisdom, good
sid found the contemplation
sad, the cheaper the gift, holidays of banal who'd
reality for a finishing poise, the thought of haute
where the stirring waters know a playing past
the turn of sour into a fool's errand, the talk of a house
when the wink has a flower, the yearning was...
people, steeple, reaper's of honor in the shadow of love
the walking causes of courage and curiosity for the now
in the slow timber's of candor in the sight of what owed
thank you, mists of time have the sense to liberate how
cold virtue, in the sands of worth, the may of unity
aching with a further salt, in the since for hours, persuasion
is a collected myth of firsts, duty
is a rage of heed for the sweeter fruit of life's, inclusion?
been with the sense, the season of doldrums have the clue
the accepted gone, and the haunt of a favorite song
in the skills of time made for you, the interest of who
is a prayer of sour and succor stared, the heart among?
benny played with a bough of tragedy
bunny knew the truth, the end of a sitting laugh
binny he a patient eye or the rule of nigh, we are an energy
bonny the silence of a merciful sigh, where the beauty have
places in the heart, praises in the start
of something greater than the thought of heaven?
we are the still of undue since in the sigh's of comment and worth
was the might to know any more than the thought given, leviathan?
said the tenth of the wisdom, good
sid found the contemplation
sad, the cheaper the gift, holidays of banal who'd
reality for a finishing poise, the thought of haute
where the stirring waters know a playing past
the turn of sour into a fool's errand, the talk of a house
when the wink has a flower, the yearning was...
people, steeple, reaper's of honor in the shadow of love
the walking causes of courage and curiosity for the now
in the slow timber's of candor in the sight of what owed
thank you, mists of time have the sense to liberate how
cold virtue, in the sands of worth, the may of unity
aching with a further salt, in the since for hours, persuasion
is a collected myth of firsts, duty
is a rage of heed for the sweeter fruit of life's, inclusion?
been with the sense, the season of doldrums have the clue
the accepted gone, and the haunt of a favorite song
in the skills of time made for you, the interest of who
is a prayer of sour and succor stared, the heart among?
benny played with a bough of tragedy
bunny knew the truth, the end of a sitting laugh
binny he a patient eye or the rule of nigh, we are an energy
bonny the silence of a merciful sigh, where the beauty have
places in the heart, praises in the start
of something greater than the thought of heaven?
we are the still of undue since in the sigh's of comment and worth
was the might to know any more than the thought given, leviathan?
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Looking In Mirrors In Your Mansion, Regret...
Looking In Mirrors In Your Mansion, Regret...
