WINE AND GATES
Kissing A Cousin Does Reap Its Rewards, Itself
gold
in the frozen smile, we keep for since
the requiem of somber choices, the talk of dour and old
if but the sitting of chance, we are the prophecy of ends?
missed wisdom?
ours for a shame in the toes of others?
where the calm is a burden in views sulking, the rock of isn't?
method and the time of a sound in the faint way we seek, a lover?
candor for a simplicity, to question the enmity of cope, hardship
is fame the asking price for a song to live, in the strangeness of ilk?
to find but the kiss of charge and the sword of husbandry in a lip...
fruit in further senses for the hills themselves, where a tongue tastes like myriad silk?
identity or soul of shin's
the laugh you seek, is mine for a saving grace, the on of solutions in vex
forever to wished few, the thought of sickness for a travail, of quiet in kin's
time with a passion of fire is more else than hell's, if you want to have sex?
patience?
the eye you see aching in the myths of redemption to come, have a salt in their roots
made to reach the irksome haste of windy fairings in the presumed levity of ages
does the risk of antipathy at your hand know how to select its own, youth?
prayers from a sin, sayer's from a prince
where the wind has a name for us, the call of shame is but a genus of savages
to dwell upon the hope of other's, like the terror of minds driven to around, lends
of blindness for the risen smoke of dread and domain, is a hair of need that wages...
the chin of must in our house
death was two good, the tales of rigors of motion and the eulogy of ridden sakes...
in a mystery of roles for the silence itself, the world is forever a black hearted sound
is? the taste of life so cheap, that you don't know the moment of sense a heart makes...?
tender years of risen hope, us
the angels of worth, in our furthering smiles, the courtesy of choices made, choices said
if to remember the call of causes kept, for a redress of sense to give other, loves
them, the nature of seasons come and gone, the miracle of semblances to who is with, lead
in the frozen smile, we keep for since
the requiem of somber choices, the talk of dour and old
if but the sitting of chance, we are the prophecy of ends?
missed wisdom?
ours for a shame in the toes of others?
where the calm is a burden in views sulking, the rock of isn't?
method and the time of a sound in the faint way we seek, a lover?
candor for a simplicity, to question the enmity of cope, hardship
is fame the asking price for a song to live, in the strangeness of ilk?
to find but the kiss of charge and the sword of husbandry in a lip...
fruit in further senses for the hills themselves, where a tongue tastes like myriad silk?
identity or soul of shin's
the laugh you seek, is mine for a saving grace, the on of solutions in vex
forever to wished few, the thought of sickness for a travail, of quiet in kin's
time with a passion of fire is more else than hell's, if you want to have sex?
patience?
the eye you see aching in the myths of redemption to come, have a salt in their roots
made to reach the irksome haste of windy fairings in the presumed levity of ages
does the risk of antipathy at your hand know how to select its own, youth?
prayers from a sin, sayer's from a prince
where the wind has a name for us, the call of shame is but a genus of savages
to dwell upon the hope of other's, like the terror of minds driven to around, lends
of blindness for the risen smoke of dread and domain, is a hair of need that wages...
the chin of must in our house
death was two good, the tales of rigors of motion and the eulogy of ridden sakes...
in a mystery of roles for the silence itself, the world is forever a black hearted sound
is? the taste of life so cheap, that you don't know the moment of sense a heart makes...?
tender years of risen hope, us
the angels of worth, in our furthering smiles, the courtesy of choices made, choices said
if to remember the call of causes kept, for a redress of sense to give other, loves
them, the nature of seasons come and gone, the miracle of semblances to who is with, lead
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Kissing A Cousin Does Reap Its Rewards, Itself
Kissing A Cousin Does Reap Its Rewards, Itself
