WINE AND GATES
Lovely Days To Dozens Of Lasts, Appearances
now, or show
the vices of taint, the miracle of sense
a livid approach to the sanity we enjoyed, as a heart to know
owed with a silence to continue in sounds stead, amen
light, from the hands of nowhere seen, and the vagueness of ulterior motive
the neglect of a single life in its fold, the turn of chaste into the still of voice
where the beauty of solace and its family, authority are known, we have the law to give
the most's and the means to an end which is, the barriers of understanding the very choice
we made in the smiles of others, then to hinds and sides, the truth
we saved for the moment of conception that is love, to collect a soul that is more
we had in bright minds and ways of dimunitia appointed, to consider the worth in who'th
we saddened with a kindness of chance, to correct the knowing pale of sorrow, for these worth's
is it us, or is this kiss just doing fine?
little spite, and the spirit of limits to come
we have the poise of demonstration as a wholesome carrier of sincerity in the meld, to sigh
the marvels of place and time which we nourish our minds, is anywhere but risen to some's
hungry was our name, but yours will do just find
in the ask and facts of duty to come, the firsts of growing tales and the anxious to fail
the creation of must to us, the needy face of time, is yours before mine
questions of shame, and the answer of dreams to the knowing force of compromise, this hell...
war? tastes like poverty gone mad
love? tastes like reasons for the needs of useless suicide
anarchy? tastes like forever in a night found, to bottle up the emotions of quiet and sad
hatred? tastes like a half of somberness come to you for a sanity's requiem, that has lied
what do you do?
if your mind is nowhere found but in the hands of others?
a lip of cope and the silence it took to find the needs of others, was who
never give a prayer of since to a mind with none, if all you can afford is a wall of bother's
the vices of taint, the miracle of sense
a livid approach to the sanity we enjoyed, as a heart to know
owed with a silence to continue in sounds stead, amen
light, from the hands of nowhere seen, and the vagueness of ulterior motive
the neglect of a single life in its fold, the turn of chaste into the still of voice
where the beauty of solace and its family, authority are known, we have the law to give
the most's and the means to an end which is, the barriers of understanding the very choice
we made in the smiles of others, then to hinds and sides, the truth
we saved for the moment of conception that is love, to collect a soul that is more
we had in bright minds and ways of dimunitia appointed, to consider the worth in who'th
we saddened with a kindness of chance, to correct the knowing pale of sorrow, for these worth's
is it us, or is this kiss just doing fine?
little spite, and the spirit of limits to come
we have the poise of demonstration as a wholesome carrier of sincerity in the meld, to sigh
the marvels of place and time which we nourish our minds, is anywhere but risen to some's
hungry was our name, but yours will do just find
in the ask and facts of duty to come, the firsts of growing tales and the anxious to fail
the creation of must to us, the needy face of time, is yours before mine
questions of shame, and the answer of dreams to the knowing force of compromise, this hell...
war? tastes like poverty gone mad
love? tastes like reasons for the needs of useless suicide
anarchy? tastes like forever in a night found, to bottle up the emotions of quiet and sad
hatred? tastes like a half of somberness come to you for a sanity's requiem, that has lied
what do you do?
if your mind is nowhere found but in the hands of others?
a lip of cope and the silence it took to find the needs of others, was who
never give a prayer of since to a mind with none, if all you can afford is a wall of bother's
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Lovely Days To Dozens Of Lasts, Appearances
Lovely Days To Dozens Of Lasts, Appearances
