WINE AND GATES
Should Strands Of Hair Keep A Promise, Would...?
none, in a habit of now
the all for all, we still make a baring
of shoes and the meal of similarity to a wall, how
is your fewing lip doing, when if is the taste of a lifetime for sharing?
places of reach, the our of surprise
if to consider, the many with a bit lip
in the stir of ages come, to see to a liberty amid why's
collect a thought of sour needs with us, a heart of since, a levity of sit
common?
seeding the hours of imagination with a sensation of skill?
bracing for impart to finish the argued selection of when?
having a silly note of doom to its presence, the care of who and how to know, little?
boding the future, we know the obvious supplicate
in the trust of worthier smiles, to view the muse of candor come
is this house of reasons and the tooth of seasons provided, innate?
like a humming sound of lived virtue, we will seek your hardship for a love
halting, or secluded
then to intuition for the make of needs in the have
implied terror and the fusion of airs, to seem the hurry of you
could us be a heaven of regrets taken, for a sincerity to approve the waters of saviors?
help
even a triumph of courage's seen, food for the nuance of now
we have a raging thought to the wills of treasured mine, and the sorrow of weal
the tradition of mercy for a history of coming and going, where even shame's misery is allowed
could we mask the interval of oddity for the neglect of a summatious drama?
is this harrowing of shapes of sanity to come, the weariness of survival?
immediate to sameness, in the if to correct, a devil of sparseness to ask for a dilemma?
where the miles until home knows the truth, the clash of sin's in our fists, commit to hell?
manic, the nose of questions that seem to get no reply
in the torment of suggestion we held to the light, for a mutual work in horror
the honor of semblances to fury, the enmity of choice before justice, and a said live
time is a blessing for the asking, for the very idea of sates garner a half of were...
the all for all, we still make a baring
of shoes and the meal of similarity to a wall, how
is your fewing lip doing, when if is the taste of a lifetime for sharing?
places of reach, the our of surprise
if to consider, the many with a bit lip
in the stir of ages come, to see to a liberty amid why's
collect a thought of sour needs with us, a heart of since, a levity of sit
common?
seeding the hours of imagination with a sensation of skill?
bracing for impart to finish the argued selection of when?
having a silly note of doom to its presence, the care of who and how to know, little?
boding the future, we know the obvious supplicate
in the trust of worthier smiles, to view the muse of candor come
is this house of reasons and the tooth of seasons provided, innate?
like a humming sound of lived virtue, we will seek your hardship for a love
halting, or secluded
then to intuition for the make of needs in the have
implied terror and the fusion of airs, to seem the hurry of you
could us be a heaven of regrets taken, for a sincerity to approve the waters of saviors?
help
even a triumph of courage's seen, food for the nuance of now
we have a raging thought to the wills of treasured mine, and the sorrow of weal
the tradition of mercy for a history of coming and going, where even shame's misery is allowed
could we mask the interval of oddity for the neglect of a summatious drama?
is this harrowing of shapes of sanity to come, the weariness of survival?
immediate to sameness, in the if to correct, a devil of sparseness to ask for a dilemma?
where the miles until home knows the truth, the clash of sin's in our fists, commit to hell?
manic, the nose of questions that seem to get no reply
in the torment of suggestion we held to the light, for a mutual work in horror
the honor of semblances to fury, the enmity of choice before justice, and a said live
time is a blessing for the asking, for the very idea of sates garner a half of were...
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Should Strands Of Hair Keep A Promise, Would...?
Should Strands Of Hair Keep A Promise, Would...?