WINE AND GATES
If Wishes Were Kisses, Stares In Wax, Wanted You
taste, my imagination
ilk of creation for the secluded integrity
we harrow to vanity in the raw, implied fruition
to clear a fascination of bellicose liberty
wishes at the well
in the season of recreation of voices that still
the mirth of vantage in a handsome stare at hell
in the stir of vices to come, the honor of avarice in the stellar...
pound of heart, pound of flesh
the staler of two misery's in the heed, of corpulence to sweeten
if to terrified reasons in the hark of the dark, religion
isn't the nature of kingdom come, the irony of sanity in love with means?
might, the stone of curiosity have the sense to lips of heaven?
isn't the skill of tongues the fate of reality for a new friend in the save of since?
wouldn't the myth's of redemption in the blessing of embarrassment change?
if to correct the moments of challenge and harboring the mercy of winds at limb's?
this tree makes love, this tree makes done
immediate to a resting eye, worth every move of silence in the fantasy
of reasons found, we maybe a craving for more than a quiet future in hand
this urgency of wisdom and the hisses of fury in a smile to wink is living testimony
to a future in decency
if the court of sensation we both know to be, a candor of tendency's
of vantage to a wandering sunshine and the anxiety of justice to fend for a moon, lead
is a requiem to timid assumption in the fold of conscience, if the echo of simplicity's...
ilk of creation for the secluded integrity
we harrow to vanity in the raw, implied fruition
to clear a fascination of bellicose liberty
wishes at the well
in the season of recreation of voices that still
the mirth of vantage in a handsome stare at hell
in the stir of vices to come, the honor of avarice in the stellar...
pound of heart, pound of flesh
the staler of two misery's in the heed, of corpulence to sweeten
if to terrified reasons in the hark of the dark, religion
isn't the nature of kingdom come, the irony of sanity in love with means?
might, the stone of curiosity have the sense to lips of heaven?
isn't the skill of tongues the fate of reality for a new friend in the save of since?
wouldn't the myth's of redemption in the blessing of embarrassment change?
if to correct the moments of challenge and harboring the mercy of winds at limb's?
this tree makes love, this tree makes done
immediate to a resting eye, worth every move of silence in the fantasy
of reasons found, we maybe a craving for more than a quiet future in hand
this urgency of wisdom and the hisses of fury in a smile to wink is living testimony
to a future in decency
if the court of sensation we both know to be, a candor of tendency's
of vantage to a wandering sunshine and the anxiety of justice to fend for a moon, lead
is a requiem to timid assumption in the fold of conscience, if the echo of simplicity's...
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If Wishes Were Kisses, Stares In Wax, Wanted You
If Wishes Were Kisses, Stares In Wax, Wanted You
