WINE AND GATES
A Lousy Nights Sleep, And A Smiling Pillow
now or never
the tools of reason, in a formal way
have the glamor of delirium to answer
for a star lit night, with a truth in the mind to say anyhow
prices of voices, the virtue in a shadowed heart
the walking ordeal to know, the feelings of where
for a sanity to kind, the mire of terror on your shoulder, were
we are here to liberate the knowing glance of infamy for the ours until life shared...
night's mystery in our lungs, the waiting of vision for the nod
of vantage and the sovereignty involved with a needy kiss
of the meager in love with yours, the metal of shapes in the odd
praise the rave of ages or think the favor of rages in a way to insist ...
paradise once foretold a day would come with a morbid mouth
this our of anger and the danger of another mortal adversity to show
is this aching mind the where with all to keep a purpose beyond proud?
we think so, like a key of ulterior motives made sublime and gray, your youth was to own
brassy and with a withering smile, the promise of family in our reserved eyes
the taste of vinegar and the mar of bleach that serves as the pining of being
where we know the places of things best left to their own devices, but here we are, lies
for the season of men and women to know, the callous voice of sides you are fearing
should you compel the unity in view, with a saving grace or sorrows gaiety?
the older the smile, the more we know you for its desperation and anguish, totals
of virtue in the mar of now, and issues of worth in a warm stare, the light of anxiety?
yonder hour of selves and our of seals of hidden truth, is but yours to shape a waiting all
the tools of reason, in a formal way
have the glamor of delirium to answer
for a star lit night, with a truth in the mind to say anyhow
prices of voices, the virtue in a shadowed heart
the walking ordeal to know, the feelings of where
for a sanity to kind, the mire of terror on your shoulder, were
we are here to liberate the knowing glance of infamy for the ours until life shared...
night's mystery in our lungs, the waiting of vision for the nod
of vantage and the sovereignty involved with a needy kiss
of the meager in love with yours, the metal of shapes in the odd
praise the rave of ages or think the favor of rages in a way to insist ...
paradise once foretold a day would come with a morbid mouth
this our of anger and the danger of another mortal adversity to show
is this aching mind the where with all to keep a purpose beyond proud?
we think so, like a key of ulterior motives made sublime and gray, your youth was to own
brassy and with a withering smile, the promise of family in our reserved eyes
the taste of vinegar and the mar of bleach that serves as the pining of being
where we know the places of things best left to their own devices, but here we are, lies
for the season of men and women to know, the callous voice of sides you are fearing
should you compel the unity in view, with a saving grace or sorrows gaiety?
the older the smile, the more we know you for its desperation and anguish, totals
of virtue in the mar of now, and issues of worth in a warm stare, the light of anxiety?
yonder hour of selves and our of seals of hidden truth, is but yours to shape a waiting all
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A Lousy Nights Sleep, And A Smiling Pillow
A Lousy Nights Sleep, And A Smiling Pillow
