WINE AND GATES
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houses on the mind
ever to wink, among the sound of duty we conceive
to heir or to fair, knowing but a holy nine
consciences without it, are a shade grayer than how, leave
immediately
the tools of vision and the next of habits to climb, nothing but a sin
the accusation for a smitten charity, in your liberty
is this argued list of rhyme and reason, my neglect of a heralded wishing...
towers of war, then and them to live again
the angels of your hints in a quiet and torrid fist
the alcohol of youths to word the misery of nuance, in the face of kin
the said and medicine of suggestion for a salt, if anywhere never insist's
intangible, the travail of nine opinions for the secrets of your many
this is no child of sincerity to qualm and few, my name is halls
wind at your service, tongues to regret, anything of dour hark, wandering
sore to whore, and the muse of needs in our esteem, the taste of waiting shall
compare and share, the truth to you, the mine of sadness
is a requiem of virtue to care, in the nature of souls if any to helm
the portrayal of wisdom as a shadow itself, the craving for more is a house to bless
think more or else, less or worth, the terrified eyes in the excuse ought loves arms
candor for a given sanity is ahead
the arrangement of semblance in time, to overtly see to a kiss
metaphor and such, the adding treasures of sour, and the aping smile to lead
asked if either is a crass enough beginning, the parable of cease and is
desist
the talking of spirits to venture forth, the language it took
implied as a hardship is, the comparison of history
is method announced to love, for an intolerance of acumen in done and look
paradise, the future we appreciate for intuition
if ever the said works of youth, to embittered ordeals and the actual
myriad toes and the focus of hold, in the prayers of fruition
collected ides of risk and burden in frustrations meant, is a lucre will?
ably to shame, if not the kindred of hate its hours and dour those
clearly to should in the spoken waste of duty to give
the aching and the erudite toward ourselves to care if a mine is politeness
candor to conceive, we are the thumb of the problem, to seek a new history
call to after the hind of sanity to come, more is mine
the vantage of years come and gone, to deliver a sameness never seen
except to swallow your pride, the advance of misery on the caring of halt to sigh
made from the best there is, my heart to give a savior's tooth, is religion knee's?
ever to wink, among the sound of duty we conceive
to heir or to fair, knowing but a holy nine
consciences without it, are a shade grayer than how, leave
immediately
the tools of vision and the next of habits to climb, nothing but a sin
the accusation for a smitten charity, in your liberty
is this argued list of rhyme and reason, my neglect of a heralded wishing...
towers of war, then and them to live again
the angels of your hints in a quiet and torrid fist
the alcohol of youths to word the misery of nuance, in the face of kin
the said and medicine of suggestion for a salt, if anywhere never insist's
intangible, the travail of nine opinions for the secrets of your many
this is no child of sincerity to qualm and few, my name is halls
wind at your service, tongues to regret, anything of dour hark, wandering
sore to whore, and the muse of needs in our esteem, the taste of waiting shall
compare and share, the truth to you, the mine of sadness
is a requiem of virtue to care, in the nature of souls if any to helm
the portrayal of wisdom as a shadow itself, the craving for more is a house to bless
think more or else, less or worth, the terrified eyes in the excuse ought loves arms
candor for a given sanity is ahead
the arrangement of semblance in time, to overtly see to a kiss
metaphor and such, the adding treasures of sour, and the aping smile to lead
asked if either is a crass enough beginning, the parable of cease and is
desist
the talking of spirits to venture forth, the language it took
implied as a hardship is, the comparison of history
is method announced to love, for an intolerance of acumen in done and look
paradise, the future we appreciate for intuition
if ever the said works of youth, to embittered ordeals and the actual
myriad toes and the focus of hold, in the prayers of fruition
collected ides of risk and burden in frustrations meant, is a lucre will?
ably to shame, if not the kindred of hate its hours and dour those
clearly to should in the spoken waste of duty to give
the aching and the erudite toward ourselves to care if a mine is politeness
candor to conceive, we are the thumb of the problem, to seek a new history
call to after the hind of sanity to come, more is mine
the vantage of years come and gone, to deliver a sameness never seen
except to swallow your pride, the advance of misery on the caring of halt to sigh
made from the best there is, my heart to give a savior's tooth, is religion knee's?
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