WINE AND GATES
Poignancy If Fewed, Foreign If Poor; Forever?
places beyond faces
forever the toll of a new bell
iron or its chic, the tell of a few to the left of paces
for the muse and the terror of news from the kiss of hell
shadows, worth your mercy?
shames, in the way we spell a lords words?
shows, of cold and fearful lives, to compel a hurry?
shin, in the name of a law for the rest of our voices, heard?
choice in the early morning light
the vices of a bird of paradise in love, with agony
the misery of night, in the spill of memory that makes us a reaching might
for the salt of a chosen lip, in the missed how, to give the key ...
to the rest of the story
the more we know, the miles until the mystery is solved
for the bones that come, in the mashed pass of a hoary
belly, do you know the keep of a shamed eye, in the brace of evolved ...
proud, the coping day to come with a showing mine
the staleness of questions from the same old forms and estranged turns
of composure known, to collect on the windows and the tongues of kind
found on the morrow, the space of justice kept longer than you have, been the role earns
sorrow and the vengeance of breaths named in rhymes of times that have no poise
tarter by the steps, if not torrid to walls of fortunes seen now
than forever gone, if but the life of a friend in the throes of company's of coins
like a hand begging for bread, you are your own enemy, where the future is a mind loved
talk
the truth in a blind and ashen stare made of the finest gold, today
is your strangeness of fangs and the babe of somber need, the tired of common balk
or are we yours, the misery of shame for a life in the clarity of seasons of wishes saved
forever the toll of a new bell
iron or its chic, the tell of a few to the left of paces
for the muse and the terror of news from the kiss of hell
shadows, worth your mercy?
shames, in the way we spell a lords words?
shows, of cold and fearful lives, to compel a hurry?
shin, in the name of a law for the rest of our voices, heard?
choice in the early morning light
the vices of a bird of paradise in love, with agony
the misery of night, in the spill of memory that makes us a reaching might
for the salt of a chosen lip, in the missed how, to give the key ...
to the rest of the story
the more we know, the miles until the mystery is solved
for the bones that come, in the mashed pass of a hoary
belly, do you know the keep of a shamed eye, in the brace of evolved ...
proud, the coping day to come with a showing mine
the staleness of questions from the same old forms and estranged turns
of composure known, to collect on the windows and the tongues of kind
found on the morrow, the space of justice kept longer than you have, been the role earns
sorrow and the vengeance of breaths named in rhymes of times that have no poise
tarter by the steps, if not torrid to walls of fortunes seen now
than forever gone, if but the life of a friend in the throes of company's of coins
like a hand begging for bread, you are your own enemy, where the future is a mind loved
talk
the truth in a blind and ashen stare made of the finest gold, today
is your strangeness of fangs and the babe of somber need, the tired of common balk
or are we yours, the misery of shame for a life in the clarity of seasons of wishes saved
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Poignancy If Fewed, Foreign If Poor; Forever?
Poignancy If Fewed, Foreign If Poor; Forever?
