WINE AND GATES
Living In Echoes Said, Loved On Real Effort
fly's, time, wealth
merit in the better next
this silly key, for the rest of day's in health
is a revealing sorts, of is sword and the many tis spiritual wrecks?
shy's, crime, stealth
timid focus of an endearing eye
on the passages of reason for the crying realm
of a star in love with you, before the criss cross of my sigh
like Christopher, homage to William?
a table with orders and the fish of metal, lurid enough to shew the wine
make up the sour, the show of snow in our blessings at the turn's hymn's?
passing the purple caviat, the purple candor of a sheepish grin, hind
messages to butter, in the still thriving yours and for's of which
is a bride of call, in the stir of anger that makes the nose of a vision?
to remind a placated survivor of the salt and pepper for a dissuasion
younger was your myth than hers, the soul of vagueness for the issues to lent
ears, methodical seek in the mirth, flowers of justice for the rest of west
lips of steel to remember the candor of a savage, here is our best
the rest of the doors in the smiles you named, have a logic for the kind of thus...
penny's and triumphed honey? the taste of gun metal is astounding, fear in the lest
risen from the mounds of victory so far, the story continues with the lights of hence's seed
tar and paper, scar and rapture of sense, in our fists for a second, than loving
the all in your seasons to wretch, I hate you more than a chewed toe for the creed
limits to lemon, the saged martyrs of curiosity have the sense to share the governing
do you have the tooth, or the forsooth of a pride in the shade, for a curse in pining
where have you been, thou and the seen, isn't for the rest of a cowardice, of judges...
this ironic thought is mere to there, the minion of courses in the change of climbing
target zero, in your rear view mire, the eternal finite, the infernal night, for us
water wandering in the forest, the truth to a wholesome bird
vegetable silence, if not the scorn of them, in the salt of a sing
with the moisture of neglect we know to be, the coils of joy heard
if but sanity for a mature vanity, in the know of a dream, your heathen?
sweet wishes, if not is to final this, that means to aging with a friend
time to risk, time to list the burdens of guesses in the mystery
of a place to care, and the further pace of seer's, the confirmation of a selected mend
of the furies that make us a lord, of whatever we know, the tale in history
merit in the better next
this silly key, for the rest of day's in health
is a revealing sorts, of is sword and the many tis spiritual wrecks?
shy's, crime, stealth
timid focus of an endearing eye
on the passages of reason for the crying realm
of a star in love with you, before the criss cross of my sigh
like Christopher, homage to William?
a table with orders and the fish of metal, lurid enough to shew the wine
make up the sour, the show of snow in our blessings at the turn's hymn's?
passing the purple caviat, the purple candor of a sheepish grin, hind
messages to butter, in the still thriving yours and for's of which
is a bride of call, in the stir of anger that makes the nose of a vision?
to remind a placated survivor of the salt and pepper for a dissuasion
younger was your myth than hers, the soul of vagueness for the issues to lent
ears, methodical seek in the mirth, flowers of justice for the rest of west
lips of steel to remember the candor of a savage, here is our best
the rest of the doors in the smiles you named, have a logic for the kind of thus...
penny's and triumphed honey? the taste of gun metal is astounding, fear in the lest
risen from the mounds of victory so far, the story continues with the lights of hence's seed
tar and paper, scar and rapture of sense, in our fists for a second, than loving
the all in your seasons to wretch, I hate you more than a chewed toe for the creed
limits to lemon, the saged martyrs of curiosity have the sense to share the governing
do you have the tooth, or the forsooth of a pride in the shade, for a curse in pining
where have you been, thou and the seen, isn't for the rest of a cowardice, of judges...
this ironic thought is mere to there, the minion of courses in the change of climbing
target zero, in your rear view mire, the eternal finite, the infernal night, for us
water wandering in the forest, the truth to a wholesome bird
vegetable silence, if not the scorn of them, in the salt of a sing
with the moisture of neglect we know to be, the coils of joy heard
if but sanity for a mature vanity, in the know of a dream, your heathen?
sweet wishes, if not is to final this, that means to aging with a friend
time to risk, time to list the burdens of guesses in the mystery
of a place to care, and the further pace of seer's, the confirmation of a selected mend
of the furies that make us a lord, of whatever we know, the tale in history
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Living In Echoes Said, Loved On Real Effort
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