WINE AND GATES
If Horror, Is Honor, Im Terror, In Themes...?
improper, ascending the hope?
if to affluence, the hours as we guess, many
untoward the such, the brightness of a mind to choose anything, cope
willing sound to begin in the south, we know the place of duty, any
miserable proportions, misery's add
the count of suggestion of the mirth of others, to welcome the day of mine
places and tastes of choice to correct the fate of adrenaline, had
other and the briefness of bother, in the eyes of courage on the stir of kind...
degeneracy? portent
imitation? filigree
cessatious? relent
tradition? anarchy
music to the ears, of solace in a lovers thirst, for entity
we see the composure of guides and saints in our exactions
exempliary, or fought with jocularity, the tale of common shreds of sanity...
seem to be ours for a day of dreams, and worth the cloth of night, which hinders
albeit, the many doors of resolution in our grasp, the talking of domicile for a drop
of water in the sincerity of compromises and the selection of driven arms of demand
where we are, the still of frequency to the choice of scent over warmth, the cold to opt
for a silent tear of show and tell, the skip of sour moreover the soul of shine of antipathy's
I hate you, more than I want to love you?
says the dread of causes in the murk of deliberation found, where a so called jest is beauty
of a requiem of since to end in the mores of another, races of expression and compliment due
we both know the shade of survival for the sides of reality formed, like a hair in eternity...
pretty thoughts or that politeness
we prefer the tact of generality together, the miasma of service to a higher ideal
problems, of vision and the milk of human kindness, for the rest of a new habit of bless
the wishes in the passion form the wind, not the work of seasons to come under weal
places, poise or proper persuasion
minds of teeth known, for a clash of decency in the exasperation precisely, pristine
cough or remember the bite of symmetry that made us, the mystery of deliverance in skin
is a shadow of its former semblance, worth every decision of strength in boding feeling's
words to witness, works to liberate
the smile of whimsy in a quaint toe of consciences made, for a new severity
imaculate or in the simplicity of kings to come, or his queen in the name of wills of sate
needy names, the pairing of sensation with a myth of religion found, for the rue of energies
prove the miles, miracles to the forbidden guests to the table, is a shame of except
the wink of notoriety and its justice, is a being first of superiority, not the silence
of a jaundiced and myriad edge of charisma made, for you in the similarity to she'd elect
missing this nature by the chin of doles and lams to come, will always be this share of sins...?
if to affluence, the hours as we guess, many
untoward the such, the brightness of a mind to choose anything, cope
willing sound to begin in the south, we know the place of duty, any
miserable proportions, misery's add
the count of suggestion of the mirth of others, to welcome the day of mine
places and tastes of choice to correct the fate of adrenaline, had
other and the briefness of bother, in the eyes of courage on the stir of kind...
degeneracy? portent
imitation? filigree
cessatious? relent
tradition? anarchy
music to the ears, of solace in a lovers thirst, for entity
we see the composure of guides and saints in our exactions
exempliary, or fought with jocularity, the tale of common shreds of sanity...
seem to be ours for a day of dreams, and worth the cloth of night, which hinders
albeit, the many doors of resolution in our grasp, the talking of domicile for a drop
of water in the sincerity of compromises and the selection of driven arms of demand
where we are, the still of frequency to the choice of scent over warmth, the cold to opt
for a silent tear of show and tell, the skip of sour moreover the soul of shine of antipathy's
I hate you, more than I want to love you?
says the dread of causes in the murk of deliberation found, where a so called jest is beauty
of a requiem of since to end in the mores of another, races of expression and compliment due
we both know the shade of survival for the sides of reality formed, like a hair in eternity...
pretty thoughts or that politeness
we prefer the tact of generality together, the miasma of service to a higher ideal
problems, of vision and the milk of human kindness, for the rest of a new habit of bless
the wishes in the passion form the wind, not the work of seasons to come under weal
places, poise or proper persuasion
minds of teeth known, for a clash of decency in the exasperation precisely, pristine
cough or remember the bite of symmetry that made us, the mystery of deliverance in skin
is a shadow of its former semblance, worth every decision of strength in boding feeling's
words to witness, works to liberate
the smile of whimsy in a quaint toe of consciences made, for a new severity
imaculate or in the simplicity of kings to come, or his queen in the name of wills of sate
needy names, the pairing of sensation with a myth of religion found, for the rue of energies
prove the miles, miracles to the forbidden guests to the table, is a shame of except
the wink of notoriety and its justice, is a being first of superiority, not the silence
of a jaundiced and myriad edge of charisma made, for you in the similarity to she'd elect
missing this nature by the chin of doles and lams to come, will always be this share of sins...?
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If Horror, Is Honor, Im Terror, In Themes...?
If Horror, Is Honor, Im Terror, In Themes...?