WINE AND GATES
Worth The Birds Dreams And Hurt Pride?!
appropriate
to tolling bells, brief though we bare
the skin of naivete
we shall see the inheritance of honor to fair...
pennies and the are of demand in your hidden eye
forth to limbs and the take of youth
in the charisma of colossi that stood, because the lie
of coping travail, and the need of a reason of couth
city imagined, city visited
with the boredom of a vestige for mysterious lips
the talk of yearning and the arduous way we know the limited
way we excuse the stars from the waiting of sincerity, by the road to wisdom
clearly a nice day, for a suicide
where have your courtesies and the naked rook of sudden persuasion been
kind before the mirrors of such, the cigarette of muses to much
where the prayers of need show us the candor of neighbors with a kiss for a legend
why the headache, when the price of surprise is survival itself?
kissed with nothing if not being been, the voice of courage in the doom
we foresaw for a pity and the litany of blind men with a wealth
is this belly your indecision, we know the fires of conscience to complete the room
truth, and the naïve of a solemn promise
the walls of judged error if not the patience of alms
is in the precision of kings to find, the laugh of neglect or nice
is a raging soul with an imagined dole for each, loving the alien
to tolling bells, brief though we bare
the skin of naivete
we shall see the inheritance of honor to fair...
pennies and the are of demand in your hidden eye
forth to limbs and the take of youth
in the charisma of colossi that stood, because the lie
of coping travail, and the need of a reason of couth
city imagined, city visited
with the boredom of a vestige for mysterious lips
the talk of yearning and the arduous way we know the limited
way we excuse the stars from the waiting of sincerity, by the road to wisdom
clearly a nice day, for a suicide
where have your courtesies and the naked rook of sudden persuasion been
kind before the mirrors of such, the cigarette of muses to much
where the prayers of need show us the candor of neighbors with a kiss for a legend
why the headache, when the price of surprise is survival itself?
kissed with nothing if not being been, the voice of courage in the doom
we foresaw for a pity and the litany of blind men with a wealth
is this belly your indecision, we know the fires of conscience to complete the room
truth, and the naïve of a solemn promise
the walls of judged error if not the patience of alms
is in the precision of kings to find, the laugh of neglect or nice
is a raging soul with an imagined dole for each, loving the alien
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Worth The Birds Dreams And Hurt Pride?!
Worth The Birds Dreams And Hurt Pride?!
