WINE AND GATES
Dreading The If, Of Nor To Wish, At The Wink?
urgent matter?
of liberty to survive, in the eyes of a lover
improper to further sense, we all and we fall for latter
day throngs of justice, to climb into the smiles of others, for a sovereign...
thanks and you
the reach of ours for a someplace to fulfil the stride of anger?
we keep for a living example of sour purpose, yearning or cadence fruit
this isn't the care of solitude, its the here after in our eyes, the bowl of danger?
press for strength, pass the length
the ire's of commitment and the aspiration of vice, is a can't
mythical beasts, and legendary monsters as the miracle of mires, of limits...?
in the shadows of will and the still thriving season of mores that want
walking or waging
the must of our fright, is a lucre of sunshine meant for us?
the aping duress of sincerity to clarify, we see the mind of playing
dead, is a realm of structure and the few in our lips the gaiety of views?
promises
the onto and the fondness of share to climb in the surprise of other, kinds
well is the marvel of honor, to live in our choices, the act of a kiss in the prophecies
of a sorry eye ready for a truth, the calmness of a shared sip, is gracefulness the lie?
life, do you regret the mystery of knot's and crucifixes, the taste of a belling?
if to transgression and the many in molestation, weren't we the smiling of now?
naked is next, the myriad possibilities, of dinge's in the ear, do we find silly...?
truth with a signature on its lips, the future of cope, to begin with a sanity's how...?
of liberty to survive, in the eyes of a lover
improper to further sense, we all and we fall for latter
day throngs of justice, to climb into the smiles of others, for a sovereign...
thanks and you
the reach of ours for a someplace to fulfil the stride of anger?
we keep for a living example of sour purpose, yearning or cadence fruit
this isn't the care of solitude, its the here after in our eyes, the bowl of danger?
press for strength, pass the length
the ire's of commitment and the aspiration of vice, is a can't
mythical beasts, and legendary monsters as the miracle of mires, of limits...?
in the shadows of will and the still thriving season of mores that want
walking or waging
the must of our fright, is a lucre of sunshine meant for us?
the aping duress of sincerity to clarify, we see the mind of playing
dead, is a realm of structure and the few in our lips the gaiety of views?
promises
the onto and the fondness of share to climb in the surprise of other, kinds
well is the marvel of honor, to live in our choices, the act of a kiss in the prophecies
of a sorry eye ready for a truth, the calmness of a shared sip, is gracefulness the lie?
life, do you regret the mystery of knot's and crucifixes, the taste of a belling?
if to transgression and the many in molestation, weren't we the smiling of now?
naked is next, the myriad possibilities, of dinge's in the ear, do we find silly...?
truth with a signature on its lips, the future of cope, to begin with a sanity's how...?
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Dreading The If, Of Nor To Wish, At The Wink?
Dreading The If, Of Nor To Wish, At The Wink?
