WINE AND GATES
Desire In The Have, Eyes Respect Saccherine's Need's...?
wait with the heat
in the fair mines, the ilk of silence
is yonder earning sunshine, the prize of meet
the time to wish, in the sparseness of asks and the press of mends
crazes and facades of stars, the tarter height
of a stay with a neighbor, for the prayer of any
and ail, to firsts of angels, in a more to light
then to twist and list a smile in your shame, family?
care upon the shine of a moment to dwell
upon the benign, this isn't a fate of dread
its a live of courage for cope, the sign of a burden in fell
we reach for reality to give, the circuit of a wish
tales of the shadows in your love, the waking of a nursed joy
timid though I am, to know a clash of waters that you never denye
districts of direction and similarity of season to would, is your heart coy?
immediate, the solace of justice is my need, the responsibility a cry
hate, is your only reward, the silliness of a jaundiced miracle to swell
made from the politics of decency included with a sweet politeness for eaves
in the shall we afford to be, the kindness of a raging foray into hell
the waiting chill of an ought of insanity itself, we are a future for levity
earth to mire, in the violence of a shadow to wealth
voices of kindness and the service to shame, is but a craving for must
all to walls of dementia worth the pace of a sire of heiring and health
fewer to need, the prodigy of a lam lost to anger, with a salt to us
in the fair mines, the ilk of silence
is yonder earning sunshine, the prize of meet
the time to wish, in the sparseness of asks and the press of mends
crazes and facades of stars, the tarter height
of a stay with a neighbor, for the prayer of any
and ail, to firsts of angels, in a more to light
then to twist and list a smile in your shame, family?
care upon the shine of a moment to dwell
upon the benign, this isn't a fate of dread
its a live of courage for cope, the sign of a burden in fell
we reach for reality to give, the circuit of a wish
tales of the shadows in your love, the waking of a nursed joy
timid though I am, to know a clash of waters that you never denye
districts of direction and similarity of season to would, is your heart coy?
immediate, the solace of justice is my need, the responsibility a cry
hate, is your only reward, the silliness of a jaundiced miracle to swell
made from the politics of decency included with a sweet politeness for eaves
in the shall we afford to be, the kindness of a raging foray into hell
the waiting chill of an ought of insanity itself, we are a future for levity
earth to mire, in the violence of a shadow to wealth
voices of kindness and the service to shame, is but a craving for must
all to walls of dementia worth the pace of a sire of heiring and health
fewer to need, the prodigy of a lam lost to anger, with a salt to us
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Desire In The Have, Eyes Respect Saccherine`s Need`s...?
Desire In The Have, Eyes Respect Saccherine`s Need`s...?
