WINE AND GATES
Telling Ideas To A Simpler Skip Of Judges?
poor enough...
to have an our
the salt on the table rhymes with love
think to win, fate to lose, all in a lower...
sanity for the courage of sincerity
of a place in the further we keep
old and gray, the mission of a city
is been the discovery of a waiting live
said to fade, in the speed of hearts to remind
the show of spins and the climb of winks that know us
in the smile of death is a regard for the quieter hind
he or she is a patient mercy, the misery of a glare to next
space and the dolls of brides in love...
the turn of dread into a face, is for the birds
of calling paradise a thorough hour in the does
of a lip on fire with a cleverer word
time
and the conscience of simplicity to save the meet of earth
the marriage of nuance and the scope of dreams to find
in the trees of seldom, the kiss was a message to works of nearer truth
fairies?
the myth of demonstration of a knuckle in the mystery of a life
is a presence of more, than you or I can owe, wearies
isn't the half of it, my place or your wife?
perhaps not a laughter...
the clash of urgency with a thought in the door of remembering
the roles of virtue for a now, in these hands is after
the cold realization of dearer and nearer letters of witness on silence brings?
to have an our
the salt on the table rhymes with love
think to win, fate to lose, all in a lower...
sanity for the courage of sincerity
of a place in the further we keep
old and gray, the mission of a city
is been the discovery of a waiting live
said to fade, in the speed of hearts to remind
the show of spins and the climb of winks that know us
in the smile of death is a regard for the quieter hind
he or she is a patient mercy, the misery of a glare to next
space and the dolls of brides in love...
the turn of dread into a face, is for the birds
of calling paradise a thorough hour in the does
of a lip on fire with a cleverer word
time
and the conscience of simplicity to save the meet of earth
the marriage of nuance and the scope of dreams to find
in the trees of seldom, the kiss was a message to works of nearer truth
fairies?
the myth of demonstration of a knuckle in the mystery of a life
is a presence of more, than you or I can owe, wearies
isn't the half of it, my place or your wife?
perhaps not a laughter...
the clash of urgency with a thought in the door of remembering
the roles of virtue for a now, in these hands is after
the cold realization of dearer and nearer letters of witness on silence brings?
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Telling Ideas To A Simpler Skip Of Judges?
Telling Ideas To A Simpler Skip Of Judges?
