WINE AND GATES
Decency As Memory's Neglect Angel (Wings?)
trees of realize
the size of your voice, the monicker of days
imitated by the birds, is the sky the only wise?
for a heart in the still of things to come, wishes away
future remains
of the terror in the since, the truth
is a laughter your reward for a simple aim
the skip of turns in the fall of youth?
share
these worth's and the place of silent oddity
forth with a scowl, for the demand of fair
isn't the courage it took, the mate of other's identity?
if the luck of a sudden breeze knows you for a sound...
in the spill of daylight that has, the exaction
of whether for another hardship in the rain, to come for allowed
the stay of need, in the rather for other lacking...
why the stone of sincerity for a place in the sun
pride upon the sour time we despise, as a pace of decision of thee
the common words of compliance and sufficing the drive, of a won
add and amet of cope, the stir of things open mine, for a quicker seen
your nose...
the way the wind blows for a kinder gage
of liberty to collect the old, for honor's owe
the meager resemble of count, is an included rage
mayhem
the walls of a city in your view, to cause
the riches of sigh's to mend
the conscience of salt, is yours for a new cope to laud
where is your thumb, togetherness?
does a fruit of continued isolation in the sit of magic to heir
the wage of disdain is a reason to know the mete of a bless
could the order of a lip, be a shame that came, for a passion to stare
older than you...
the sorry story of year end toil for the time of a dread
in the soul of consideration is when, the worth of a doughy excuse
for the now, if not new, thirst for were, the paces of shade...
the size of your voice, the monicker of days
imitated by the birds, is the sky the only wise?
for a heart in the still of things to come, wishes away
future remains
of the terror in the since, the truth
is a laughter your reward for a simple aim
the skip of turns in the fall of youth?
share
these worth's and the place of silent oddity
forth with a scowl, for the demand of fair
isn't the courage it took, the mate of other's identity?
if the luck of a sudden breeze knows you for a sound...
in the spill of daylight that has, the exaction
of whether for another hardship in the rain, to come for allowed
the stay of need, in the rather for other lacking...
why the stone of sincerity for a place in the sun
pride upon the sour time we despise, as a pace of decision of thee
the common words of compliance and sufficing the drive, of a won
add and amet of cope, the stir of things open mine, for a quicker seen
your nose...
the way the wind blows for a kinder gage
of liberty to collect the old, for honor's owe
the meager resemble of count, is an included rage
mayhem
the walls of a city in your view, to cause
the riches of sigh's to mend
the conscience of salt, is yours for a new cope to laud
where is your thumb, togetherness?
does a fruit of continued isolation in the sit of magic to heir
the wage of disdain is a reason to know the mete of a bless
could the order of a lip, be a shame that came, for a passion to stare
older than you...
the sorry story of year end toil for the time of a dread
in the soul of consideration is when, the worth of a doughy excuse
for the now, if not new, thirst for were, the paces of shade...
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Decency As Memory`s Neglect Angel (Wings?)
Decency As Memory`s Neglect Angel (Wings?)
