WINE AND GATES
Rolled Anger In A Ball, Made If Our Secrets?
ten truer men
salad in the mine, to care for a sarcasm of choice
in lore to wish for a simple tome on then
if to compare the said, the ides of roles in the voice
shamed?
the tea you were served is many and who'd
gifts of neighbors and the salt of chance, in all mirth is samed
proud of a bolting turn of chaste, into a lip of semblances and soon?
continuing with the language of vice and vantage as an avarice
the coping shape of dour needs to view, ourselves
is a levity to confirm the sense of since, we keep for a liberty to begin, nice
only a hatred of sovereignty delves
quiet, toward the vintage of dreams and the smile of duty that was
here to inform even the miracle of songs and the sunshine, of tawdry minds
the lowness of rememberence, in a handful of could, is a word of conscience to ask?
well to know the seen versus the might of instance in long teeth and meter of rhymes
powers that be?
if to keep but a known line or its shine as a friend is
the manner of substitution to yours, is all and anarchy
willing to heard, willing to certain, willing to thirst?
kinder
the paces of patience and the milk of human decency we foretold and souled as a live
the clash of torrid sincerity to confirm the saving of witness to end, there
mine or yours, the wall your eating is a lastly taken toe, of ourselves in a heart to give
perhaps not another handshake
livid composure to greet the new day, that has stolen it all
if to reach and region of morsels of drive and earthen empathy, make
your own bed, that child with a season to smile, justice gives hell to those that fall
truths and home, in love, in the shared habit of concern for anything but deem
in these shoes and the stars to seek, if anything beautiful is more than a jaded tree
ever in your faces though and moreover for an hour more, winds
of change for you, the halting door of seclusion is ought, to even be
salad in the mine, to care for a sarcasm of choice
in lore to wish for a simple tome on then
if to compare the said, the ides of roles in the voice
shamed?
the tea you were served is many and who'd
gifts of neighbors and the salt of chance, in all mirth is samed
proud of a bolting turn of chaste, into a lip of semblances and soon?
continuing with the language of vice and vantage as an avarice
the coping shape of dour needs to view, ourselves
is a levity to confirm the sense of since, we keep for a liberty to begin, nice
only a hatred of sovereignty delves
quiet, toward the vintage of dreams and the smile of duty that was
here to inform even the miracle of songs and the sunshine, of tawdry minds
the lowness of rememberence, in a handful of could, is a word of conscience to ask?
well to know the seen versus the might of instance in long teeth and meter of rhymes
powers that be?
if to keep but a known line or its shine as a friend is
the manner of substitution to yours, is all and anarchy
willing to heard, willing to certain, willing to thirst?
kinder
the paces of patience and the milk of human decency we foretold and souled as a live
the clash of torrid sincerity to confirm the saving of witness to end, there
mine or yours, the wall your eating is a lastly taken toe, of ourselves in a heart to give
perhaps not another handshake
livid composure to greet the new day, that has stolen it all
if to reach and region of morsels of drive and earthen empathy, make
your own bed, that child with a season to smile, justice gives hell to those that fall
truths and home, in love, in the shared habit of concern for anything but deem
in these shoes and the stars to seek, if anything beautiful is more than a jaded tree
ever in your faces though and moreover for an hour more, winds
of change for you, the halting door of seclusion is ought, to even be
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Rolled Anger In A Ball, Made If Our Secrets?
Rolled Anger In A Ball, Made If Our Secrets?
