WINE AND GATES
Uncanny, If Knot's Pause For Noting, Nothing
places in the steam
of the road, in our few's to since, the aching of a don't
the whether and the mores we seem to collect, remember
the strange fury of cold eyes with no remorse, for a strength of hosts
ants and heads of chinning smiles
the reason of courage in our loves, if not frequency of powers
that suggest the more in the soul of paces of choice to come, liberty in hills
that come to live in our same, to see to the shape of consciences that save, now and yours
where have we kept our hearts or our share in the smarts of demands?
if anywhere to live in the saved hours, the touch of family
to question the sovereignty of low and high effort, that has the sense to like itself for lands
as if a watery eye of vice and the tissue of drama has its own, the coping seasons of me's
solid futures for the promise of kindness of answers to life's simplest?
where has the past and its kiss with the new been, where even a salty handshake is keen
the nary done hell, the rest of the story in the mind of causes made, for even more or lest
which to from in the miles of sense to come, will we ever have the share of courses in heathen?
terror, yours, reality, eventuality
the taste of love in the many, to succeed but one step more
the face if not the facet of survival for the risks of judgment meant, passion to finish litany
kind and care come, the searching of sake and lives of sacred need, are halting's before doors
of wishes and misery for a sought muse, the tender eye of complication
to weal and heal amid sign's of the times, with more being than sense
the panic of dreams and the seemly toe of questionable causes to seek, indication
isn't the taste of love in our fate, the form to living in the frame of mind, that is at hence
one more thing, with nothing to do but sit and be
honor to finish its own, honor to have its own
is the key you seek, whether mean or selected for cues of energy
the lips of duty to come, are anywhere but in the smile of reason, we have sought a hearts loan
of the road, in our few's to since, the aching of a don't
the whether and the mores we seem to collect, remember
the strange fury of cold eyes with no remorse, for a strength of hosts
ants and heads of chinning smiles
the reason of courage in our loves, if not frequency of powers
that suggest the more in the soul of paces of choice to come, liberty in hills
that come to live in our same, to see to the shape of consciences that save, now and yours
where have we kept our hearts or our share in the smarts of demands?
if anywhere to live in the saved hours, the touch of family
to question the sovereignty of low and high effort, that has the sense to like itself for lands
as if a watery eye of vice and the tissue of drama has its own, the coping seasons of me's
solid futures for the promise of kindness of answers to life's simplest?
where has the past and its kiss with the new been, where even a salty handshake is keen
the nary done hell, the rest of the story in the mind of causes made, for even more or lest
which to from in the miles of sense to come, will we ever have the share of courses in heathen?
terror, yours, reality, eventuality
the taste of love in the many, to succeed but one step more
the face if not the facet of survival for the risks of judgment meant, passion to finish litany
kind and care come, the searching of sake and lives of sacred need, are halting's before doors
of wishes and misery for a sought muse, the tender eye of complication
to weal and heal amid sign's of the times, with more being than sense
the panic of dreams and the seemly toe of questionable causes to seek, indication
isn't the taste of love in our fate, the form to living in the frame of mind, that is at hence
one more thing, with nothing to do but sit and be
honor to finish its own, honor to have its own
is the key you seek, whether mean or selected for cues of energy
the lips of duty to come, are anywhere but in the smile of reason, we have sought a hearts loan
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Uncanny, If Knot`s Pause For Noting, Nothing
Uncanny, If Knot`s Pause For Noting, Nothing
