WINE AND GATES
Inventing A Time Exactly Machine Ought Mine?
rustic, if not enthused
wisdom for a shadow, in our gift
to give richness to jude
the talk of notions that knew, the lift
back to back, at a gain of solitude, for you
the myth in a version of altruism if but a callous clue
to the signature of chastity in the places we soon
more to merit, the find of worth in mine, youth
clarity in a share of silences, here is an empathic eye
to question the ought of war, the smile of suicide for a creation
to answer but the survival of means to then, the toil of lives
is a fate worse than did, the death of judges come for a cringing intuition?
willing, or service to an ideal, hell's well
aspect with tongues and the money of solutions in gray, futures
the mar of courage for the price you ate, the misuse of a rogue's bell
in occurring way, the mission to tree's of triumph, have a sun in their, yours
continue with the man of baring the weight of the wind itself?
show the mouse of dementia the trap of a lifetime that has no need for another?
requite the shadow of paradise that has you by the thumb, like a many at wealth?
regret the mind of a family of thought that has seen the milestones until the worth?
of days of honor and the god of lucabration that has a sign for you
the stir of hearts, the hurt of starts, in the mistaken identity of your peace
in a happing just to form the final lip of energies, and the all of conscience in due
the flower you seek is mine, for a reason unknown, except for a filial witness to ease
lazy fates of voices, in a world of hate
the like or the dissuasions of vision to keep, the aren't of few's worth the late
in muses of reality to anticipate the might in a lucid enough sate
prayer slew your violence first, here's your shadow back for a knowledge even more irate
time in the stare of another to overwhelm the fury of quiet nerves, in love with who?
till the redemption of sounds of virtue in order, to yearn for another signature of disease?
and the lock of human hair you collect for sorrow, to know a passion in the dew?
your flower for the sight of ours, the third of blindness in your pocket for a quicker keys?
truth, or void for eternity, this lackluster breed in your fame is a direction of each
does this smell like a harrowing vice or the beginning of varying houses, on a haunted hill?
have it, and we will sink your boat with love, the music in your kind, to fish a new beach
thank you for a sweeter life? time is no place to travel in, if your the shame of willing...
control of vision to keep a virtue, the stain of original simplicity
for the moments until you are, the champion of yourself for a savior of else's tear
wink or sink a tooth in guidance's arm, this is the synchronicity
of a similarity to correct your minding chin, for the sadness of curiosity that has no fear
her
here with a shame in the mirth of vile methods, to quantify the prescience
of a distance to closure for the next of kind, if not queerness of a hap, your world
is my solace, the pride of cant or want the morbidity of gestures in salt, prophecy's house?
wisdom for a shadow, in our gift
to give richness to jude
the talk of notions that knew, the lift
back to back, at a gain of solitude, for you
the myth in a version of altruism if but a callous clue
to the signature of chastity in the places we soon
more to merit, the find of worth in mine, youth
clarity in a share of silences, here is an empathic eye
to question the ought of war, the smile of suicide for a creation
to answer but the survival of means to then, the toil of lives
is a fate worse than did, the death of judges come for a cringing intuition?
willing, or service to an ideal, hell's well
aspect with tongues and the money of solutions in gray, futures
the mar of courage for the price you ate, the misuse of a rogue's bell
in occurring way, the mission to tree's of triumph, have a sun in their, yours
continue with the man of baring the weight of the wind itself?
show the mouse of dementia the trap of a lifetime that has no need for another?
requite the shadow of paradise that has you by the thumb, like a many at wealth?
regret the mind of a family of thought that has seen the milestones until the worth?
of days of honor and the god of lucabration that has a sign for you
the stir of hearts, the hurt of starts, in the mistaken identity of your peace
in a happing just to form the final lip of energies, and the all of conscience in due
the flower you seek is mine, for a reason unknown, except for a filial witness to ease
lazy fates of voices, in a world of hate
the like or the dissuasions of vision to keep, the aren't of few's worth the late
in muses of reality to anticipate the might in a lucid enough sate
prayer slew your violence first, here's your shadow back for a knowledge even more irate
time in the stare of another to overwhelm the fury of quiet nerves, in love with who?
till the redemption of sounds of virtue in order, to yearn for another signature of disease?
and the lock of human hair you collect for sorrow, to know a passion in the dew?
your flower for the sight of ours, the third of blindness in your pocket for a quicker keys?
truth, or void for eternity, this lackluster breed in your fame is a direction of each
does this smell like a harrowing vice or the beginning of varying houses, on a haunted hill?
have it, and we will sink your boat with love, the music in your kind, to fish a new beach
thank you for a sweeter life? time is no place to travel in, if your the shame of willing...
control of vision to keep a virtue, the stain of original simplicity
for the moments until you are, the champion of yourself for a savior of else's tear
wink or sink a tooth in guidance's arm, this is the synchronicity
of a similarity to correct your minding chin, for the sadness of curiosity that has no fear
her
here with a shame in the mirth of vile methods, to quantify the prescience
of a distance to closure for the next of kind, if not queerness of a hap, your world
is my solace, the pride of cant or want the morbidity of gestures in salt, prophecy's house?
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Inventing A Time Exactly Machine Ought Mine?
Inventing A Time Exactly Machine Ought Mine?
