WINE AND GATES

Didn't This Smell, Like Mercy, Or Another Bilked...?

mention
or further delay
contention
or duty to a said

witness of a saner now, to quell
the actuality of voice, in our stead
if but a risk of snares, and fairs of little
the quiet soul of deem, is anywhere but in the method

isn't...
the nature of kindness courage?
the antic of a lip, in the misery of another?
the praise of pace for a question to anger, the more of legends?

facts and passion
danced of hands, haunted of dander
the allocation of wisdom to a livid reach, in lasting
wander...

the appetite for discrimination
these hours of potency to calm a lam of mimicry
time to share, the attitude of society for a climbing save of in
the aspiration of now, to courtesy of sanctity if being, if loud and early...?

do?
we know the article of substantiation for the semblance of coping seen?
is a rather in the seldom to fell, with the practice of choice, in our who?
mine, over maturity, this house of cold commitment to superiority, is dreaming...


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Didn`t This Smell, Like Mercy, Or Another Bilked...?

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