WINE AND GATES
Time Out, In Thus, And Tis' A Same Wondering?
dimness
of many more names than me, the coward of justice
in the sitting of cities and the hint of liberty to guess
guests of virtue life, have the solace of chance for another's vice
clearly...
the paces you watch for a solid share in the smiles of done and duress
is a waiting ghost of sincerity to finish your lend of courage, to cost dearly as anarchy
the presence of might, the more of sensation to collect but a shame in the season of bests
haven't or saving grace
the majesty of a noted man with no name but his own
is to granted heights of youth, the marvel of mercy in says
like a vaunted cloud with an ordeal for each need you couldn't, loving
confusion...
per the sweetness of antipose and the hold of fury in our voice and stride
the lovers of yearning and their sulk of consciences in the reign, of intuition
clay with a smile for yours, is still a coin of death to keep, in history's lies
has or sating gaiety
comely was the day of genus and generosity for a soul, thankless...?
the convenience of chastity and the judge of dread to come, this spontanaeity
in the bout and future seem, the loved hinds of requiem which confirm the bless of is
cessation...
to wink at but the sorts of the universe, we are what we are
the martyrs of somehow and the kings of somewhere, implication
is awaiting share in the power of passion to halt, in the mind of all that is ours
hell
first among many more than said, here is your cause worth the blindness of the world
to question but the silence of gestures unseen and the motivation of call to these, callous
was the hand of every reason of generality seen, like the past itself, we know yours
creation
to view the might in a happier day, with a face meant for all that have, senses
of presence for the saving paces of never and the may of having's intuition
is it neglect you seek, this kinder stare amid fairer cares, is a place of sates, made kindred?
who
the tooth we pine and sigh for, this house of please and the truth in shown ways
is a raging since of habit made, for otherwise to need the problems of could
instinct? integrity? influence? idiosyncratic? improper? in the speed we say is shame...?
of many more names than me, the coward of justice
in the sitting of cities and the hint of liberty to guess
guests of virtue life, have the solace of chance for another's vice
clearly...
the paces you watch for a solid share in the smiles of done and duress
is a waiting ghost of sincerity to finish your lend of courage, to cost dearly as anarchy
the presence of might, the more of sensation to collect but a shame in the season of bests
haven't or saving grace
the majesty of a noted man with no name but his own
is to granted heights of youth, the marvel of mercy in says
like a vaunted cloud with an ordeal for each need you couldn't, loving
confusion...
per the sweetness of antipose and the hold of fury in our voice and stride
the lovers of yearning and their sulk of consciences in the reign, of intuition
clay with a smile for yours, is still a coin of death to keep, in history's lies
has or sating gaiety
comely was the day of genus and generosity for a soul, thankless...?
the convenience of chastity and the judge of dread to come, this spontanaeity
in the bout and future seem, the loved hinds of requiem which confirm the bless of is
cessation...
to wink at but the sorts of the universe, we are what we are
the martyrs of somehow and the kings of somewhere, implication
is awaiting share in the power of passion to halt, in the mind of all that is ours
hell
first among many more than said, here is your cause worth the blindness of the world
to question but the silence of gestures unseen and the motivation of call to these, callous
was the hand of every reason of generality seen, like the past itself, we know yours
creation
to view the might in a happier day, with a face meant for all that have, senses
of presence for the saving paces of never and the may of having's intuition
is it neglect you seek, this kinder stare amid fairer cares, is a place of sates, made kindred?
who
the tooth we pine and sigh for, this house of please and the truth in shown ways
is a raging since of habit made, for otherwise to need the problems of could
instinct? integrity? influence? idiosyncratic? improper? in the speed we say is shame...?
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Time Out, In Thus, And Tis` A Same Wondering?
Time Out, In Thus, And Tis` A Same Wondering?
