WINE AND GATES
Etc. In Loved Steps, Distance To Seek, Home...?
impressed with a song for a day
talking hours, the freshness of vindication in ways
to claim the shame of ourselves, the hoping in the somber gray
if beauty has an angry lip, we are the misery of another said...?
strong, the name of solace in our view
the acumen of sincerity for a feverish brow, the place of worry
worlds away from anywhere else, the court of insanity was youth...
where in a following volicy was a being freedom to look, upon hurry
paces and spaces for the risks of gestures seen
the walk of commonness in the earth, to clean itself with a mistake made
so many years ago, by someone else, that had itself in a prayer, for an eye keen
with a liberty to requite, I sing the body electric or at least a willing share if fades...
but the problem remains, the toe of suffering in our hands imagine, the tooth
to know with a caress of charisma awkward enough, but never seen for the idea
implied façade for the administrations of whether in the more, we collect the proof
of a done many with a bright future, where many more than this, is my reason for a key...?
planting the seed, minding the shell, of heed in our vision for but a moment longer
the pride of seclusion we deem is a naked thought for prices of seasons developed
is a running lip of sovereignty now, with a brace for the hinds of misery found, a monger...
with duty to sell, is a marvel of deliberations exaction, long before a certain kind of love?
play or die? the myth of hates numbers in the bones is well on its way
day or prevalence? the horror of selection for the simplest of sunshine's, today
predate or survive? the qualm of supremacy of a sour note in our blood, the accepted may
savages or passivity? the more of since in a dream of salt and the whole of can, did...
like how, like now, like a mercy in the eye of angel's allowed
we know the terror of presumption for an accusation of filth and nary come to this, hell
fulfil the deeds of other's with a calming influence that has no passion for thou...
might we see to but another angry future, the somehow of shadows and the silence worth still
honor for a lasting breeze...
dread to fall in lords grasp for the sincerity of choices in a heart saved from itself
castes of chance for the rhythm of composure in further sides of catching turns, of heathen
in but a sanity of shows and mothers of nuance to come, for the asking price of has wealth...?
stone sought, stone sensation for the season of aplomb, quintessentially
sewn with the mission of acts and the our in secrets of demand for another, burden
of courage's hints and the mere of decisions had, and compared for the sorrow in a liberty
expecting a standing ordeal in the song to come, now in the strike of conversation...?
talking hours, the freshness of vindication in ways
to claim the shame of ourselves, the hoping in the somber gray
if beauty has an angry lip, we are the misery of another said...?
strong, the name of solace in our view
the acumen of sincerity for a feverish brow, the place of worry
worlds away from anywhere else, the court of insanity was youth...
where in a following volicy was a being freedom to look, upon hurry
paces and spaces for the risks of gestures seen
the walk of commonness in the earth, to clean itself with a mistake made
so many years ago, by someone else, that had itself in a prayer, for an eye keen
with a liberty to requite, I sing the body electric or at least a willing share if fades...
but the problem remains, the toe of suffering in our hands imagine, the tooth
to know with a caress of charisma awkward enough, but never seen for the idea
implied façade for the administrations of whether in the more, we collect the proof
of a done many with a bright future, where many more than this, is my reason for a key...?
planting the seed, minding the shell, of heed in our vision for but a moment longer
the pride of seclusion we deem is a naked thought for prices of seasons developed
is a running lip of sovereignty now, with a brace for the hinds of misery found, a monger...
with duty to sell, is a marvel of deliberations exaction, long before a certain kind of love?
play or die? the myth of hates numbers in the bones is well on its way
day or prevalence? the horror of selection for the simplest of sunshine's, today
predate or survive? the qualm of supremacy of a sour note in our blood, the accepted may
savages or passivity? the more of since in a dream of salt and the whole of can, did...
like how, like now, like a mercy in the eye of angel's allowed
we know the terror of presumption for an accusation of filth and nary come to this, hell
fulfil the deeds of other's with a calming influence that has no passion for thou...
might we see to but another angry future, the somehow of shadows and the silence worth still
honor for a lasting breeze...
dread to fall in lords grasp for the sincerity of choices in a heart saved from itself
castes of chance for the rhythm of composure in further sides of catching turns, of heathen
in but a sanity of shows and mothers of nuance to come, for the asking price of has wealth...?
stone sought, stone sensation for the season of aplomb, quintessentially
sewn with the mission of acts and the our in secrets of demand for another, burden
of courage's hints and the mere of decisions had, and compared for the sorrow in a liberty
expecting a standing ordeal in the song to come, now in the strike of conversation...?
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Etc. In Loved Steps, Distance To Seek, Home...?
Etc. In Loved Steps, Distance To Seek, Home...?
