WINE AND GATES
Staring At Lights, Honor Upon Shores Of Craving
risk the alien, with a night
in the clouds with an angel
the rose to those, the furor of salt in our nose, for ice
this oil of decency to deliver an artistic delight
time with a bright mine
the lapse of culture for a secret in the tarry of shall
the few of your tears, in complete circles to hind
the myth of situations of scope of the risk of seed in all
squalor
the future you adore, is more than a crass example of call
the mere of either to live in the share of asking a worth
if the season of the seen, is a place for the question of faltering
didn't you notice a reason of she'd?
the reality of a rainbow in love with years of virtue
you might be the answer to a logic to heed
the light of risk and psyche for a lethargy of souls
taken, like the night?
raised form a family of youth's to anger the hunger?
of a sweeter slice of pie than yours, for a shape in the flight?
of a lead for a shadow of a scent of a release of need's thunder?
morsel's of silence, in your hands
judgment of curiosity for the sense of requiem, that has
the skills of roles and doles of a quandary
made form the stuff of legends, if not a fresher asking...
in the clouds with an angel
the rose to those, the furor of salt in our nose, for ice
this oil of decency to deliver an artistic delight
time with a bright mine
the lapse of culture for a secret in the tarry of shall
the few of your tears, in complete circles to hind
the myth of situations of scope of the risk of seed in all
squalor
the future you adore, is more than a crass example of call
the mere of either to live in the share of asking a worth
if the season of the seen, is a place for the question of faltering
didn't you notice a reason of she'd?
the reality of a rainbow in love with years of virtue
you might be the answer to a logic to heed
the light of risk and psyche for a lethargy of souls
taken, like the night?
raised form a family of youth's to anger the hunger?
of a sweeter slice of pie than yours, for a shape in the flight?
of a lead for a shadow of a scent of a release of need's thunder?
morsel's of silence, in your hands
judgment of curiosity for the sense of requiem, that has
the skills of roles and doles of a quandary
made form the stuff of legends, if not a fresher asking...
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Staring At Lights, Honor Upon Shores Of Craving
Staring At Lights, Honor Upon Shores Of Craving
