WINE AND GATES
What The Neighbor's Saw, When Windows Spoke
might, to know
the lovers of an angry tooth
to vices in the distance, to have and to owe
if to collect the summation if again, the youth
merit for a sound, in your liberty
is a raging how, to remember the narcissism of clashes
in these hands of reality, compare the sigh's of identity
as sought to survive the king of semblances, the tale of ashes
am in love?
form to a passion ever foretold?
if to live, the argument of does?
persuasion if the lips of worth to hold?
time to clear the horizon, the salt of indignancy
immediate tone to a ruley voice, your face in the mud
is a cleverer truth the only way to signify the oddity
of virtue found, to hear the salutation of withheld should?
tongues that remind you, the press of intuition
to gain as a legend is, the marvel of nourish and hurried hush
mystery and the solace of blood to fend for, the mission of curiosity living
for you to heed, the help of witness and insistence for a life to seek, must
does this rage of mine, remind you to hate?
is this wish in the well of being have the hold of redemption, as if you died?
praise form brazen teeth to give, is this anger for the miles you spate?
of simple blindness to be given a new voice, honor, and chance, at when of silence...
is a lord of energy in your way, to be found with a half?
of senses and the act of doom for a reality if thought's know the personality
of a creation to keep, the moments of vows in your mind, to serve the many a laugh
all to all, this more of solutions to wind, is yours to uphold the call to another liberty
the lovers of an angry tooth
to vices in the distance, to have and to owe
if to collect the summation if again, the youth
merit for a sound, in your liberty
is a raging how, to remember the narcissism of clashes
in these hands of reality, compare the sigh's of identity
as sought to survive the king of semblances, the tale of ashes
am in love?
form to a passion ever foretold?
if to live, the argument of does?
persuasion if the lips of worth to hold?
time to clear the horizon, the salt of indignancy
immediate tone to a ruley voice, your face in the mud
is a cleverer truth the only way to signify the oddity
of virtue found, to hear the salutation of withheld should?
tongues that remind you, the press of intuition
to gain as a legend is, the marvel of nourish and hurried hush
mystery and the solace of blood to fend for, the mission of curiosity living
for you to heed, the help of witness and insistence for a life to seek, must
does this rage of mine, remind you to hate?
is this wish in the well of being have the hold of redemption, as if you died?
praise form brazen teeth to give, is this anger for the miles you spate?
of simple blindness to be given a new voice, honor, and chance, at when of silence...
is a lord of energy in your way, to be found with a half?
of senses and the act of doom for a reality if thought's know the personality
of a creation to keep, the moments of vows in your mind, to serve the many a laugh
all to all, this more of solutions to wind, is yours to uphold the call to another liberty
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What The Neighbor`s Saw, When Windows Spoke
What The Neighbor`s Saw, When Windows Spoke
