WINE AND GATES
Call Upon Knoweth None, And Here Love's Same
like me, like thee
the onus of jaundiced mores, martyrs in the smile of rain
silence, comes the call, this our of done and don't, is all we...
know for a day in mine, time to sigh, but the melody of any...
heed
the caring salt of justice, the token of duty to yours
in these truths of chance, the change of dreams into money, seed...
to break the name of indecency into pieces of eight, hours
lead
for the night of simplicity to come, your asking and having toll, of a now's bell
the watch of urges of height, and the might of coping too ... said...?
the lovers of dilemma in our grasp, a childhood that sated in your way, a savager hell?
neglect
the tool of impunity to seek, in the mars and Hippocratic har's of answers to rage
the myriad found, the seering of drama in the poised kisses of worth, we told to effect
the stranger of voices in a waiting when and semblance of how, does me have a callous face?
she'd
the portrayel of compliments in the back of use and the reason of abuse that is witnessing
the frame of mind we collected, to our and cold folds of means, to an end in love or being
the taste of home and the haste of an early tome to the table, is getting greater by history
feed
the toil of duress before you, and you to will see, the miracle of not
the ages to themselves, and the harboring of wind as a milestone of health, to but be anarchy
is a heart in the dark of estranged minds with no place to go, but right to ashes of proud...
kings
immediate, the nature of hindrance and the maluability of cleverness to the fist of easy few
the walls of judged form and the nary done half, of survival in the name of adding breath, wings
of possibility to consider, the turn of tremendous lips to the cause, that has said would
cheat...?
and the nicety of violence in our hand one more day than nothing new, a hateful brood
of solace to finish its music of neatness of a blinding sweetness in our tears, eat
of a thought to comprise and surmise, and winter shares in what elects the sun's wink to jude
the onus of jaundiced mores, martyrs in the smile of rain
silence, comes the call, this our of done and don't, is all we...
know for a day in mine, time to sigh, but the melody of any...
heed
the caring salt of justice, the token of duty to yours
in these truths of chance, the change of dreams into money, seed...
to break the name of indecency into pieces of eight, hours
lead
for the night of simplicity to come, your asking and having toll, of a now's bell
the watch of urges of height, and the might of coping too ... said...?
the lovers of dilemma in our grasp, a childhood that sated in your way, a savager hell?
neglect
the tool of impunity to seek, in the mars and Hippocratic har's of answers to rage
the myriad found, the seering of drama in the poised kisses of worth, we told to effect
the stranger of voices in a waiting when and semblance of how, does me have a callous face?
she'd
the portrayel of compliments in the back of use and the reason of abuse that is witnessing
the frame of mind we collected, to our and cold folds of means, to an end in love or being
the taste of home and the haste of an early tome to the table, is getting greater by history
feed
the toil of duress before you, and you to will see, the miracle of not
the ages to themselves, and the harboring of wind as a milestone of health, to but be anarchy
is a heart in the dark of estranged minds with no place to go, but right to ashes of proud...
kings
immediate, the nature of hindrance and the maluability of cleverness to the fist of easy few
the walls of judged form and the nary done half, of survival in the name of adding breath, wings
of possibility to consider, the turn of tremendous lips to the cause, that has said would
cheat...?
and the nicety of violence in our hand one more day than nothing new, a hateful brood
of solace to finish its music of neatness of a blinding sweetness in our tears, eat
of a thought to comprise and surmise, and winter shares in what elects the sun's wink to jude
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Call Upon Knoweth None, And Here Love`s Same
Call Upon Knoweth None, And Here Love`s Same
