WINE AND GATES
Knee's And Being's Found In The Attic ...
appreciation
thought to limbs, of joy in life
to garner a story's helper, in lore is kind
the ache of neglect in the line of soon, the hearth of strife
told, to an innocent face
the questions of more and the need of same
for an hour, if not our, of speculation to find, a prayer to race
to the lips of content in our head, to mind an open door to shame
bless me, the total of a need
in the mires of cold names, in the future
is a laugh if not cry, of semblances to a further we'd
of consciences made, consciences with a tone, known only as fury
sweet or found with a salty smile, anew
the chances of courage for the rest of the gift, of sociability
is a craft of secrets meaned, for the share of who?
is to be the king, of desperation's known, liberty?
sans the wink, we know you for a shadow of a chance
the miracle of keep, in the midst of seperation's court of anger
remember our deed of praise, memory in the skip of just limits to mends?
this patient have in the name of a few more than that, is a passion before the world's danger
time to benign, time to a whistle of jaundiced moments
alone with a better show of treasured kind, than you?
might we have the soul of avarice onto the next of kin's?
and a lip of chastity witnessed as a frame of minds reference for now, the couth
thought to limbs, of joy in life
to garner a story's helper, in lore is kind
the ache of neglect in the line of soon, the hearth of strife
told, to an innocent face
the questions of more and the need of same
for an hour, if not our, of speculation to find, a prayer to race
to the lips of content in our head, to mind an open door to shame
bless me, the total of a need
in the mires of cold names, in the future
is a laugh if not cry, of semblances to a further we'd
of consciences made, consciences with a tone, known only as fury
sweet or found with a salty smile, anew
the chances of courage for the rest of the gift, of sociability
is a craft of secrets meaned, for the share of who?
is to be the king, of desperation's known, liberty?
sans the wink, we know you for a shadow of a chance
the miracle of keep, in the midst of seperation's court of anger
remember our deed of praise, memory in the skip of just limits to mends?
this patient have in the name of a few more than that, is a passion before the world's danger
time to benign, time to a whistle of jaundiced moments
alone with a better show of treasured kind, than you?
might we have the soul of avarice onto the next of kin's?
and a lip of chastity witnessed as a frame of minds reference for now, the couth
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Knee`s And Being`s Found In The Attic ...
Knee`s And Being`s Found In The Attic ...