WINE AND GATES
Impression Of Older Days Gone And Made
sophisticated none
indignancy in line, to remember
the merit in your body of kind to run
the mother of instinct in your hands, is ever
sophisticated now
intricate, the voice of nearness for the far
powers that keep, be with a song, the how
time in the fate you made, the right to a knowing harm
sweet, or in our moments until
the view of compassion with a sorrow in foul ways
took from the mouth of composed lips, the hell
is wrong with a soul that demands the head that says?
sulk, if you want to
show the bared sense, if you want those
sacred the steel of your jaw, if courage ever has a could
sameness in the blind, toes
true
the more we said, the more we have
the tale of summation in the vices you show, are held
by the heed of a new warmth, in the half of save
but embarrassed we aren't
the colting fruit of redemption in open view, the tooth
to know it all, in moments of wills and the patience former, it
share your own, youth?
future spirits
the wake of a new ship of reach and the song of wishes had
for the frame of mention we all know to be, you and whit's
complexity seen, complexity deemed, for the must of a new eye, sad
change with me
the right to live in but the simplest of courage's and the mistrust of others in line
to the sip of need in the fury we collected for a wall, abreast of the key
way up there, where you are the sanity of all who come here, for a soul of trying
indignancy in line, to remember
the merit in your body of kind to run
the mother of instinct in your hands, is ever
sophisticated now
intricate, the voice of nearness for the far
powers that keep, be with a song, the how
time in the fate you made, the right to a knowing harm
sweet, or in our moments until
the view of compassion with a sorrow in foul ways
took from the mouth of composed lips, the hell
is wrong with a soul that demands the head that says?
sulk, if you want to
show the bared sense, if you want those
sacred the steel of your jaw, if courage ever has a could
sameness in the blind, toes
true
the more we said, the more we have
the tale of summation in the vices you show, are held
by the heed of a new warmth, in the half of save
but embarrassed we aren't
the colting fruit of redemption in open view, the tooth
to know it all, in moments of wills and the patience former, it
share your own, youth?
future spirits
the wake of a new ship of reach and the song of wishes had
for the frame of mention we all know to be, you and whit's
complexity seen, complexity deemed, for the must of a new eye, sad
change with me
the right to live in but the simplest of courage's and the mistrust of others in line
to the sip of need in the fury we collected for a wall, abreast of the key
way up there, where you are the sanity of all who come here, for a soul of trying
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Impression Of Older Days Gone And Made
Impression Of Older Days Gone And Made
