WINE AND GATES

Habit To Fabulous, Havoc To Avarice; We'd

tried, with honor
to finish the thought of consciences
in a way found for austerity, or its glamor
the think of don't, in hope or in won't, prescience's

misery upon a name of history
touch upon a hatred of much
secret upon a harrowing of heathen
yet upon a force of thus

is a merciful can't ever the ruse of knowing the least?
when argued limits of sophistication and or muses will do?
till we are, the method of foremost security for the rest to cease?
upon a stone of furious means, to wonder if instead of who?

your ear has a delightful need ...
for the excuse of generosity to a flesh, of certainty ...
in the name of cold respite, of a savage way with heed ...
to know a place of excellency before the sun, where even the lip's of impunity ...

keep a candle for you
the thought of sincerity to find, the nerves of justice for an our
the climb of demanding steam, in an hour to self, the morose of sign's of two
ways with a third, to keep a role of suggestion in the mind of another, power?

hell and the deep blue sea, for starters
where the money of comprisal steer's clear of a wink and the mine of toil
here is the truth of a vestige of knowing one better, the heart, the turn
of candor into a wondering future of sign's of time's following, of hope is a foil ...



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