WINE AND GATES
Witness The Bubbles Of Done, Wilting Arks?
boredom
the tale of a shy nerve, in my searching more
to fingers of steel, the lived wage of harm
to finish the sin of courage for our time, the forth
timid with palsy's of generality, the now with the luck of an ear
form to core, the silly needs of reach
to teach a favorite lesson of frugality, in the drear
of semblances of culture and the ache of a new wall to beseech
thine to find, the role of cowards and the handsomeness of worth in the soundness
of a causes lore, for but a moment than gone, to heaven
the lurid hell of space to face the pressure of life, is ailing and how
think but a record of sorrow to further wishes of the smiles given
knot or not, the tally of sore heads and the measure of clues in the grace of vestige
this ironic bump of curiosity is for the similarity of choice to a waiting
answer of oddity's breath, in the since to deliver a heart to a bridge
the placing of souls and the argument of voice to know the pairing of winks with sating
try the thoughts of a new man
this order of salt and the raging season of quiet for the nakedness of reason
is a collected mercy to the nose of a prayer in the can
suck or few the burden of muses to allow, the smell of a heathen...
some's of now, the secret of a tongue to allow, the sanity
of requiem in the void of charisma, the terror of nuances lips, for a shadow
of seek and the briefness of ages to kind, the purchase of likewise, the might of vanity
to know a prayer of silence lent, to a spirit of condition and suspension of know...
the tale of a shy nerve, in my searching more
to fingers of steel, the lived wage of harm
to finish the sin of courage for our time, the forth
timid with palsy's of generality, the now with the luck of an ear
form to core, the silly needs of reach
to teach a favorite lesson of frugality, in the drear
of semblances of culture and the ache of a new wall to beseech
thine to find, the role of cowards and the handsomeness of worth in the soundness
of a causes lore, for but a moment than gone, to heaven
the lurid hell of space to face the pressure of life, is ailing and how
think but a record of sorrow to further wishes of the smiles given
knot or not, the tally of sore heads and the measure of clues in the grace of vestige
this ironic bump of curiosity is for the similarity of choice to a waiting
answer of oddity's breath, in the since to deliver a heart to a bridge
the placing of souls and the argument of voice to know the pairing of winks with sating
try the thoughts of a new man
this order of salt and the raging season of quiet for the nakedness of reason
is a collected mercy to the nose of a prayer in the can
suck or few the burden of muses to allow, the smell of a heathen...
some's of now, the secret of a tongue to allow, the sanity
of requiem in the void of charisma, the terror of nuances lips, for a shadow
of seek and the briefness of ages to kind, the purchase of likewise, the might of vanity
to know a prayer of silence lent, to a spirit of condition and suspension of know...
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Witness The Bubbles Of Done, Wilting Arks?
Witness The Bubbles Of Done, Wilting Arks?
