WINE AND GATES
Making A Name At The Wealth After Rolling...
another, day...
without your dreams in my silence, the act of poor
influence and the all to end, the dire after and most, to any
the clearing of solace for the simulation of when, honor
paces and faces with no needs, for am to see
the life in our minds, the ages themselves, with a boat to climb
in the name of survival and the hour of anticipation, of argued problems and a key
to wish simply enough, upon the stir of demands in our, rhymes
few to well, the curious form of sincerity, to liberate the estranged
from a doling goal in the service to an ideal, rages of hope
to question the since, singularity to finish aspect and election, of a damages
force of courage, in the fate of destitution to come, for the semblance of cope
well, or the hero of a bell...
same tool of desperation versus the cursed withering of misery, in your names reach...
if to correct the poised mine, to work upon a stone of delicious and myriad could...
the future you seek is me, with a note of hunger for the rest of days dearly soul each...
share
of a waiting moment to care, the sanity if not the sensitivity of a surprise found
the actual liberty in view, the our in years to welcome another, seer
of toes and a humbled shape in the miracle until we have, a smile in the round
what else, what melts, what hell's in the sweeter soak of dragons that have a clue?
pining for is and wills of shall, to confirm the mists of requiem that have us by the bade
worth every mention of society in the style of champions and the dared qualm of some how
and whether more, this icy stare is mine, to know a breed of sour need, if but said
pacts to prayers in the must of consciences for the reality of winds of change
implied to find, the irony of a simple chaste and hath of continue, sign's
from how to especial limbs of freedom sate, we hear the music of notion in may
ahem, the voice of domains is a precise fear in the sparseness of a cleverer life...
tact, pact, hackneyed, fact of sex?
pretty as a patient ordeal in the muses we call a home and love, witnessing
the death of a commonness is a reason best left to ideology in the sins of is
more to foreign lips of shame? the acumen you seek is a religion gone to hell for a blessing
would you...?
mix either with a bothered song in the muscles of completeness to find, the cold anew?
mustn't a compelling sameness seen, in shattered mirrors, tell you a tale of would?
are you the God to find, the mission to vehemence for the rest of bests as a worldly, who?
without your dreams in my silence, the act of poor
influence and the all to end, the dire after and most, to any
the clearing of solace for the simulation of when, honor
paces and faces with no needs, for am to see
the life in our minds, the ages themselves, with a boat to climb
in the name of survival and the hour of anticipation, of argued problems and a key
to wish simply enough, upon the stir of demands in our, rhymes
few to well, the curious form of sincerity, to liberate the estranged
from a doling goal in the service to an ideal, rages of hope
to question the since, singularity to finish aspect and election, of a damages
force of courage, in the fate of destitution to come, for the semblance of cope
well, or the hero of a bell...
same tool of desperation versus the cursed withering of misery, in your names reach...
if to correct the poised mine, to work upon a stone of delicious and myriad could...
the future you seek is me, with a note of hunger for the rest of days dearly soul each...
share
of a waiting moment to care, the sanity if not the sensitivity of a surprise found
the actual liberty in view, the our in years to welcome another, seer
of toes and a humbled shape in the miracle until we have, a smile in the round
what else, what melts, what hell's in the sweeter soak of dragons that have a clue?
pining for is and wills of shall, to confirm the mists of requiem that have us by the bade
worth every mention of society in the style of champions and the dared qualm of some how
and whether more, this icy stare is mine, to know a breed of sour need, if but said
pacts to prayers in the must of consciences for the reality of winds of change
implied to find, the irony of a simple chaste and hath of continue, sign's
from how to especial limbs of freedom sate, we hear the music of notion in may
ahem, the voice of domains is a precise fear in the sparseness of a cleverer life...
tact, pact, hackneyed, fact of sex?
pretty as a patient ordeal in the muses we call a home and love, witnessing
the death of a commonness is a reason best left to ideology in the sins of is
more to foreign lips of shame? the acumen you seek is a religion gone to hell for a blessing
would you...?
mix either with a bothered song in the muscles of completeness to find, the cold anew?
mustn't a compelling sameness seen, in shattered mirrors, tell you a tale of would?
are you the God to find, the mission to vehemence for the rest of bests as a worldly, who?
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Making A Name At The Wealth After Rolling...
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