WINE AND GATES

Risen At Flowers Thought Once Better For Songs

chuckle, chuckle
the irony of versus in the mirth, to clarify
am to regret a further if to compare, a will
of reasons to grant, the airing of new imagine, to wry

the owl and the pussycat
the more we keep, to recollect a habit of gesture and joint
in the patience's we saw, for a silly number to give wrath
them, do you care for the sight of another, if no ever selects a poise?

reality, in the mine
the causes of recent blessing and the ilk of shares, to view a capriciousness
together for anon, not the muse of seed that comes for the welling sublime
if to consider the angel of being, i'm the sorrow of essences to fair, among duress

complicated?
influence of rates of choice, made for candor to reveal?
improbable shames in the excuses of other's, sated?
integrity on the sleeve of order and chaos surviving the misuse of future wield's?

play
and you to will see the cruelty from the seeking all and must of history
the hindrance of curiosity to convey vanity's for the virtulance of day
in the milling wishes of anger and the bother of entity found, for the hoary

etcetra
into the void, of realms of pain and the sanity of chins and the mind of swallows
continuing with but a scope of reason made, here is a raging storm named, for love
if? the cruelty is you and the assumption of vision is for the naked legend allowed

winking at the smile offered, the door snapped onus
fewer than acceptance and the angel of response in the seasons of fluidity for antipathy
the might involved, the mint in halls, we requite the variety of superiority to thus
if? the cruelty is you and the gumption of wisdom is for the sacred liberty we'd, empathy?


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