WINE AND GATES
Dear Tomorrow And Wazzup With A City?
merit, the tempted poor
them in the sky, to finish the may
them in the why, acrid was a more
them in the say, the tilt of the world let...
brazen, the liar of scope and the act of reality
the future in the mix of dire eyes to find
for a sandy remembrance of sign of the duality
that comes to need, in the persuasion of breath to kind
sight, senses beyond the horizon's hold
hope and the mire of salt, to find a closer sigh
the change of diligence for the rest of natures, older
by the dozen, knowing the lewd sorts we collect, for a distance sly
raging thought to curiosity of the is neglected mar
of just and the nestled pace of a seperation's wish
that order and the blessing of foreign quest's of sorrow...
come from the soul, where the mission of ably the lips of reason itch?
tales of the realm of seclusion of the facts
the more we notice, the care of a frequent pressure of doles, that we know to low
the chances of praise for a sanity in the move of restrict, and the hour of wax
well is to know the mercy of cope, the mystery of an angel to blow...
thought with artful honor at the cost of the dodge
the moment of ourselves in the shared limelight, the question of anger
has become the nuance of human silence for the price of error in the hush
of a climbing heed of shame, the season of drama is complete with mine, if not minds in danger
panic at the cost of a showing nary do when, of a welling prayer for shadows?
the might of destruction in the help of christened muses for the reach of worlds?
if to came, the sanity of justified myths of redemptive paces in the requiem of foes?
this rainbow in the east, if not the briefness of wests, has a lock for each early?
time in the grace of a song, for the rest of antipathy to fend for a luckier stride
the taste of shapely try's at the courage known of a day in the lots of driven why's
terror for a summatious here of complexity known, to refurbish the count of snide
and a belly of sign's for the passivity of heathen, where the misery of choices in the crying...
people tucked into sleep in the road, of a mindful dream
with power to finish the peace of answered prayers in the might assumed
this to love, the canny excuses of method seen, for a chance at sensations wind
to reveal the call of family's of judgment that have the burden of seasons of a room...?
them in the sky, to finish the may
them in the why, acrid was a more
them in the say, the tilt of the world let...
brazen, the liar of scope and the act of reality
the future in the mix of dire eyes to find
for a sandy remembrance of sign of the duality
that comes to need, in the persuasion of breath to kind
sight, senses beyond the horizon's hold
hope and the mire of salt, to find a closer sigh
the change of diligence for the rest of natures, older
by the dozen, knowing the lewd sorts we collect, for a distance sly
raging thought to curiosity of the is neglected mar
of just and the nestled pace of a seperation's wish
that order and the blessing of foreign quest's of sorrow...
come from the soul, where the mission of ably the lips of reason itch?
tales of the realm of seclusion of the facts
the more we notice, the care of a frequent pressure of doles, that we know to low
the chances of praise for a sanity in the move of restrict, and the hour of wax
well is to know the mercy of cope, the mystery of an angel to blow...
thought with artful honor at the cost of the dodge
the moment of ourselves in the shared limelight, the question of anger
has become the nuance of human silence for the price of error in the hush
of a climbing heed of shame, the season of drama is complete with mine, if not minds in danger
panic at the cost of a showing nary do when, of a welling prayer for shadows?
the might of destruction in the help of christened muses for the reach of worlds?
if to came, the sanity of justified myths of redemptive paces in the requiem of foes?
this rainbow in the east, if not the briefness of wests, has a lock for each early?
time in the grace of a song, for the rest of antipathy to fend for a luckier stride
the taste of shapely try's at the courage known of a day in the lots of driven why's
terror for a summatious here of complexity known, to refurbish the count of snide
and a belly of sign's for the passivity of heathen, where the misery of choices in the crying...
people tucked into sleep in the road, of a mindful dream
with power to finish the peace of answered prayers in the might assumed
this to love, the canny excuses of method seen, for a chance at sensations wind
to reveal the call of family's of judgment that have the burden of seasons of a room...?
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Dear Tomorrow And Wazzup With A City?
Dear Tomorrow And Wazzup With A City?