WINE AND GATES
Any Power With Nothing To Said "True Choice"?
silver disgust
silver weary
silver discussed
silver harrowed
pride long before the stir of things to live?
in these burdened hands, is a rhythm
accord for the doors of seed, do we know this and give?
all of a shadow to know, in the kisses we keep
patience, for a whistle
the lucky shape of twists, if not the dour tooth of sigh's
to kind is a raging thought, in the welling
of a shared history, with a prayer to find the craze of disease
tamed with talking, the tower of notion to seek
the requited means to an ending source
of kindred with a tome on the knee, to fish a thought lump
of coal for the soul of what was worse?
sacred, to the naivete of a culled and sour hex
oft the time, thinking but a lover in the southern cover of need
nary the broad, for a silken share, we said, like the joy is wrecked
in the still averaging work of dissuasion we know, to be a lock and a key
spurilous, or roundly famous
the watch of tender method on the kind of shall
is a raging half of strength the passion of wishes in the past?
to the valley of death say we, the very kisses of the earth have fallen...
pony sings to tooth
tingle, flushed or with a button
the remnancy of angels is in the with
of a real eye, that sated a longing...
silver weary
silver discussed
silver harrowed
pride long before the stir of things to live?
in these burdened hands, is a rhythm
accord for the doors of seed, do we know this and give?
all of a shadow to know, in the kisses we keep
patience, for a whistle
the lucky shape of twists, if not the dour tooth of sigh's
to kind is a raging thought, in the welling
of a shared history, with a prayer to find the craze of disease
tamed with talking, the tower of notion to seek
the requited means to an ending source
of kindred with a tome on the knee, to fish a thought lump
of coal for the soul of what was worse?
sacred, to the naivete of a culled and sour hex
oft the time, thinking but a lover in the southern cover of need
nary the broad, for a silken share, we said, like the joy is wrecked
in the still averaging work of dissuasion we know, to be a lock and a key
spurilous, or roundly famous
the watch of tender method on the kind of shall
is a raging half of strength the passion of wishes in the past?
to the valley of death say we, the very kisses of the earth have fallen...
pony sings to tooth
tingle, flushed or with a button
the remnancy of angels is in the with
of a real eye, that sated a longing...
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Any Power With Nothing To Said `True Choice`?
Any Power With Nothing To Said `True Choice`?
