WINE AND GATES
Ship Tossed Dim, Ship Toward Aim (Precisely)
safe to saner toes
those days of told and asked
walls of strangers in love, with does
the tomorrow of care, know the facts?
sweet, and windy in the voice...
the scare of simplicity, is our bonding
with a savior of cold misery for are's choice
in our need, the life of a same toe, for the hounding
and savory, the nuance of couth in tooth
the wage of vexation, for the call of deliverance
these candid all's of virtue know the sake to rueth
the place and the name of here, after in severity, if not chance
ply and the ploy of sincerer catches of throat
on the sound of destiny in the manner after the plied lips
of conscience knew the cult of dread, through a saged vote
of collected misery, if not the mystery of secluded is
penny for a silence?
shame in the run of a life's kind?
any's of cold tissue for the isn't of since?
whim's of the could, for a price of hind?
pay for the sunshine, if not pace the risen wine
the pride you made, in the courage of mention and the sign's of heed
if but a careful nudge at the riches of time
for a whole, is the hell we make a charity of she'd
tin for total, the tissue of tis'
the right to lapses of constitution and its truth
in the figure of method's to madness, and the wise
that has the time of the day, in the kiss of a youth?
those days of told and asked
walls of strangers in love, with does
the tomorrow of care, know the facts?
sweet, and windy in the voice...
the scare of simplicity, is our bonding
with a savior of cold misery for are's choice
in our need, the life of a same toe, for the hounding
and savory, the nuance of couth in tooth
the wage of vexation, for the call of deliverance
these candid all's of virtue know the sake to rueth
the place and the name of here, after in severity, if not chance
ply and the ploy of sincerer catches of throat
on the sound of destiny in the manner after the plied lips
of conscience knew the cult of dread, through a saged vote
of collected misery, if not the mystery of secluded is
penny for a silence?
shame in the run of a life's kind?
any's of cold tissue for the isn't of since?
whim's of the could, for a price of hind?
pay for the sunshine, if not pace the risen wine
the pride you made, in the courage of mention and the sign's of heed
if but a careful nudge at the riches of time
for a whole, is the hell we make a charity of she'd
tin for total, the tissue of tis'
the right to lapses of constitution and its truth
in the figure of method's to madness, and the wise
that has the time of the day, in the kiss of a youth?
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Ship Tossed Dim, Ship Toward Aim (Precisely)
Ship Tossed Dim, Ship Toward Aim (Precisely)