WINE AND GATES
Could With Thine, Arduous Done More Or Less?
table of compliments
the tarry of whether to find, the risks
often in the stale, to fail a rhythm of silence
you adjust to finalize the must, of a heinous tis'
time on the town, time on the round
for a stranger voice in the dust we assume
then to ends of a rainbow to find, the gifts of remembering bound
tales of just and heed of a requiem fewed to soon
question, of a salty date of sand and the ages of an ash to sense
climbing smoke, and the tail of a virtue to know, in the show
of representation if and but, to collect the day, odd ends
minus the stroke of silver tongues for a chance with a goal
pied, this seclusion of myth and legend in the mar of a sigh?
of destiny in the muses we form, for the rest of a tongue in the miles
where even the cope of a nurtured mind, is a lover for the share of a whine
terror and the silly name of staring at a knuckle, is a clashing shied all
in love with go
tarry to fury, the salt we examine, in a rage of stoic hap
in the skills we realize is a rather in front of a sated other
like a bird finding its way home, this universe is made to sing and begin with shapes
time, the knowledge of curiosity given a full kind to delve
the role of vision in the mere of solitude, we wish to become the pace of a past
reason upon she'd if now is ever loving, the prayers of another self
then with the cosmoses wink, we know you are a future of compliance with your own ask
those
the talk of shew and the duty of who'th in line
of remnancy to find the quiet of a role in the hate, ought to owe
the seed of precision that comes to these, for a chance at wisdom's sign ...
the tarry of whether to find, the risks
often in the stale, to fail a rhythm of silence
you adjust to finalize the must, of a heinous tis'
time on the town, time on the round
for a stranger voice in the dust we assume
then to ends of a rainbow to find, the gifts of remembering bound
tales of just and heed of a requiem fewed to soon
question, of a salty date of sand and the ages of an ash to sense
climbing smoke, and the tail of a virtue to know, in the show
of representation if and but, to collect the day, odd ends
minus the stroke of silver tongues for a chance with a goal
pied, this seclusion of myth and legend in the mar of a sigh?
of destiny in the muses we form, for the rest of a tongue in the miles
where even the cope of a nurtured mind, is a lover for the share of a whine
terror and the silly name of staring at a knuckle, is a clashing shied all
in love with go
tarry to fury, the salt we examine, in a rage of stoic hap
in the skills we realize is a rather in front of a sated other
like a bird finding its way home, this universe is made to sing and begin with shapes
time, the knowledge of curiosity given a full kind to delve
the role of vision in the mere of solitude, we wish to become the pace of a past
reason upon she'd if now is ever loving, the prayers of another self
then with the cosmoses wink, we know you are a future of compliance with your own ask
those
the talk of shew and the duty of who'th in line
of remnancy to find the quiet of a role in the hate, ought to owe
the seed of precision that comes to these, for a chance at wisdom's sign ...
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Could With Thine, Arduous Done More Or Less?
Could With Thine, Arduous Done More Or Less?