WINE AND GATES
Persuaded With Chances Sign In Our Excitement
hall of waiting
hand to share
halt if saving
haps at care
what am I?
a door? the smell of metal is more to the left of certainty
perfume? the canniness of culture is with us, a step toward earthly climbs
frugality? the unearthed somberness of need, is in the fashion of selection as held for keys
heaven wouldn't ... the taste of choice in our nose for an our or more, liberty
hell hasn't ... the candor of being to few, the meat and potatoes of chance, to live in all as
you wasn't ... the habit of lovely day dreams and the miracle of best intent for now, identity
me isn't ... the rapture of shame and decency together at last, to let a whole have its sass...
think history, and you have the answer
language was all of these before it ever was, the knowing heart of simplicity
torn between keep and king, the needs of driven minds, south of the notion to excel, were
the play of lips of duty and changes of season found in a lovers habit, long before implicity
then why do we live, sleep, dream and eat a hardy course of it for the denial of fame?
never was, the catch of tongue on the smile of anything but otherwise, to know a flames guise
isn't your voice your calling card, in everything else right of a sincerity, if not life's aim?
know yourself, so the saying goes, and you to will see a shadow become friends, yours and mine
one last note, from the belly of dread that has a livid course with the mercy of good riddance
one last nor, for the silence we see, in the moments until show is ever a gray stroke of tell
one last no, if the shame of dinge's and the halting kind of mars to the name, seek hindrance
one last north, of sanity's requiem for a place in another's heart, if not soul itself, hell...
hand to share
halt if saving
haps at care
what am I?
a door? the smell of metal is more to the left of certainty
perfume? the canniness of culture is with us, a step toward earthly climbs
frugality? the unearthed somberness of need, is in the fashion of selection as held for keys
heaven wouldn't ... the taste of choice in our nose for an our or more, liberty
hell hasn't ... the candor of being to few, the meat and potatoes of chance, to live in all as
you wasn't ... the habit of lovely day dreams and the miracle of best intent for now, identity
me isn't ... the rapture of shame and decency together at last, to let a whole have its sass...
think history, and you have the answer
language was all of these before it ever was, the knowing heart of simplicity
torn between keep and king, the needs of driven minds, south of the notion to excel, were
the play of lips of duty and changes of season found in a lovers habit, long before implicity
then why do we live, sleep, dream and eat a hardy course of it for the denial of fame?
never was, the catch of tongue on the smile of anything but otherwise, to know a flames guise
isn't your voice your calling card, in everything else right of a sincerity, if not life's aim?
know yourself, so the saying goes, and you to will see a shadow become friends, yours and mine
one last note, from the belly of dread that has a livid course with the mercy of good riddance
one last nor, for the silence we see, in the moments until show is ever a gray stroke of tell
one last no, if the shame of dinge's and the halting kind of mars to the name, seek hindrance
one last north, of sanity's requiem for a place in another's heart, if not soul itself, hell...
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Persuaded With Chances Sign In Our Excitement
Persuaded With Chances Sign In Our Excitement
