WINE AND GATES
And A Star, Tongue, Alls, Guile, Got, Etc. Rage
now, in nature come
the few of a voice of reality seen, for a stiller ide
complete to winks of found irony, and the all in a pale some
timely noses in the pass, of journeyed likes of didn't rhymes ...?
talent for a showing shoulder of cease, seek, and insist
prepared with your endeavors in mind
the road of vestiges and the homage of simple tis'
creation for your fates intuition, the milder sense of history to climb?
obvious tears for the misuse of grace, in the spill of working seasons?
timid use of an exchanged mirror in the view of others to need, the problem?
prestige for a sanity in the pyres of vantage that come, to those that mean?
prayers of choice, that dwell long and tight to the might among a devil's whim?
culture, not rather
the restitution, of a galling fists to care, if not to know keep in the myriad
wakes and things of make, to knead a bit of bread between our fingers ...
the price of redemption in the wiser state of affairs to the knot, lead
once upon a time, cunning with duress
the saving grace of shapes in the wind, became a friendship of glares and fairs
all for a quieter time, in the mutual life we adore, for a shame's house
where everything but a instinct for sin, is made an elect thumb of tastes charity
good bye, the fate of others in a stir of reckoning
really who, now and the selection of chance in our preparation of sense
surviving worth, in the moisture of friendliness to come, in the remark of she'd
shared thought's, of water in the land to know, the erring of society to begin and end
the few of a voice of reality seen, for a stiller ide
complete to winks of found irony, and the all in a pale some
timely noses in the pass, of journeyed likes of didn't rhymes ...?
talent for a showing shoulder of cease, seek, and insist
prepared with your endeavors in mind
the road of vestiges and the homage of simple tis'
creation for your fates intuition, the milder sense of history to climb?
obvious tears for the misuse of grace, in the spill of working seasons?
timid use of an exchanged mirror in the view of others to need, the problem?
prestige for a sanity in the pyres of vantage that come, to those that mean?
prayers of choice, that dwell long and tight to the might among a devil's whim?
culture, not rather
the restitution, of a galling fists to care, if not to know keep in the myriad
wakes and things of make, to knead a bit of bread between our fingers ...
the price of redemption in the wiser state of affairs to the knot, lead
once upon a time, cunning with duress
the saving grace of shapes in the wind, became a friendship of glares and fairs
all for a quieter time, in the mutual life we adore, for a shame's house
where everything but a instinct for sin, is made an elect thumb of tastes charity
good bye, the fate of others in a stir of reckoning
really who, now and the selection of chance in our preparation of sense
surviving worth, in the moisture of friendliness to come, in the remark of she'd
shared thought's, of water in the land to know, the erring of society to begin and end
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And A Star, Tongue, Alls, Guile, Got, Etc. Rage
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