WINE AND GATES
Winter In Shadowed Doors Observes Music
instinct in the sound of a gong
the dole of virtue in the sides of a drawn smoke
the furor of a dazed silence in the ear of a city's haunt
ink, haven't the regal soul of just a lam made cope
time in the care, of a destiny fearing olive
these and the sands of chimera for a salt to question
with the thorns of deliberation at our side, to hide
this response to gooding if not coulding the ask of a blessing
pipes
the risen role of mercy, the meat of requiem
the judgment of ages to deliver a note, of cessation to sighs of lives
dizzy moments like these, should know a prophet of tingling
to the sparseness of a sky
the rolling hills of gestures thought, if but to wander in the school
of thought that has a livid persuasion of a pile of slimmer likes
could you merit a tired symbol of curiosity if known for a fool?
response to an age old letter, the threat of compliancy
if the soul of restitution is for the caring of a slighter fame
of simplicity that has a courage in the day of intimacy
thank you for a blinking wheel, speed to confirm a may, the propriety of a name
cuter than houses, the boots of wonder
the risks of chance, and the method of whether to sit among wants
this is your eye, the stare to own, for the selection of a commented faith to err
that has a seclusion of reality to garner the sense of a thanks
the dole of virtue in the sides of a drawn smoke
the furor of a dazed silence in the ear of a city's haunt
ink, haven't the regal soul of just a lam made cope
time in the care, of a destiny fearing olive
these and the sands of chimera for a salt to question
with the thorns of deliberation at our side, to hide
this response to gooding if not coulding the ask of a blessing
pipes
the risen role of mercy, the meat of requiem
the judgment of ages to deliver a note, of cessation to sighs of lives
dizzy moments like these, should know a prophet of tingling
to the sparseness of a sky
the rolling hills of gestures thought, if but to wander in the school
of thought that has a livid persuasion of a pile of slimmer likes
could you merit a tired symbol of curiosity if known for a fool?
response to an age old letter, the threat of compliancy
if the soul of restitution is for the caring of a slighter fame
of simplicity that has a courage in the day of intimacy
thank you for a blinking wheel, speed to confirm a may, the propriety of a name
cuter than houses, the boots of wonder
the risks of chance, and the method of whether to sit among wants
this is your eye, the stare to own, for the selection of a commented faith to err
that has a seclusion of reality to garner the sense of a thanks
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Winter In Shadowed Doors Observes Music
Winter In Shadowed Doors Observes Music