WINE AND GATES
Sick Of Rests, Tender Enough Destiny, Mayed?
asked of a knocked door
well to have, the count of supremacy
in our selves style and our of shapes in sour
works to wink at an all, lend a half of surmised, intimacy
instantly, who has a guided measure of senses for a lip
the actual know for owe, to climb in the waiting
frustration, seclusion, intuition, manifestation, in
told to a new face, the court of secrecy at our disposal is all, and saking
honor in can, the sensation of infamy in a shadow of call to come
torrid natures in the smile of disdain we keep, as a shame to live
in older stares and the care of severity, compared to on as a limb is a heart to roam
if but a soul in love with something but itself, the role of a flower to give?
appetite, dissuaded, finish, appreciation, tenuously, embarrassment
insidious the salt of dreams in our hands, to claim the self of dread
if to correct the smoldering deem of a fire out of control until lapsed contented
immediate promise for the stand of furious eyes in the rain, well to kinder said?
penny? for your truth and forsooth the kin of suggestion's more?
how? for a scent of dire triumph over the such of dilemma's does?
anger? for a sanity's requiem in the mine or myth that is a beauty's war?
music? for a liberty of summation for a now that has a quality to it's haste?
try the cold, try the doled
mystery in a house of savagery with a capable nose of judged affirmation, has ate
the commitment to seasons made, for the exaction of more than else, souled
if but a shared thumb, the sincerity of causes if lead, is a rather large sate
penny, of a sample of curses and the aching ordeal of solutions in gain, of sides
how, of a stranger in the gray, to question of somber toward and the misery of haute
anger, of a simplicity in confirmation's way, to remember but a service to ideal hides
music, of danger if the said, as the wealth of courage is made, conveying the lot
of a lock of symmetry and the tool of cessation that knows how to collect an eye
if a role of youth is form to consciences in saved firsts or the skip of dingy bells
in the siring of dim nothings and the ashes of dour since's to couldn't the many, sigh?
or the show of didn't my name have the strength to sally forth in lucidity, the message hells
well to have, the count of supremacy
in our selves style and our of shapes in sour
works to wink at an all, lend a half of surmised, intimacy
instantly, who has a guided measure of senses for a lip
the actual know for owe, to climb in the waiting
frustration, seclusion, intuition, manifestation, in
told to a new face, the court of secrecy at our disposal is all, and saking
honor in can, the sensation of infamy in a shadow of call to come
torrid natures in the smile of disdain we keep, as a shame to live
in older stares and the care of severity, compared to on as a limb is a heart to roam
if but a soul in love with something but itself, the role of a flower to give?
appetite, dissuaded, finish, appreciation, tenuously, embarrassment
insidious the salt of dreams in our hands, to claim the self of dread
if to correct the smoldering deem of a fire out of control until lapsed contented
immediate promise for the stand of furious eyes in the rain, well to kinder said?
penny? for your truth and forsooth the kin of suggestion's more?
how? for a scent of dire triumph over the such of dilemma's does?
anger? for a sanity's requiem in the mine or myth that is a beauty's war?
music? for a liberty of summation for a now that has a quality to it's haste?
try the cold, try the doled
mystery in a house of savagery with a capable nose of judged affirmation, has ate
the commitment to seasons made, for the exaction of more than else, souled
if but a shared thumb, the sincerity of causes if lead, is a rather large sate
penny, of a sample of curses and the aching ordeal of solutions in gain, of sides
how, of a stranger in the gray, to question of somber toward and the misery of haute
anger, of a simplicity in confirmation's way, to remember but a service to ideal hides
music, of danger if the said, as the wealth of courage is made, conveying the lot
of a lock of symmetry and the tool of cessation that knows how to collect an eye
if a role of youth is form to consciences in saved firsts or the skip of dingy bells
in the siring of dim nothings and the ashes of dour since's to couldn't the many, sigh?
or the show of didn't my name have the strength to sally forth in lucidity, the message hells
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Sick Of Rests, Tender Enough Destiny, Mayed?
Sick Of Rests, Tender Enough Destiny, Mayed?
