WINE AND GATES
Turned With Astute Living Taken Home Exactly Really Same?
presumed
about you, the silence of questions made
the ache with the fake, of duty doomed
to know a serious voice versus a funny one, said
complete our strange morn, into days reach we seek the more
for the shape of things to done, the rigors of fruiting worth
in the ask and the desperately sought, opinion of sharing the work
do you remember the sin of courage in your hand, the talking and the balking of earth...
promises and the days long lived soul, in the heart of another, come
to these, for out the smiles of dreams that never knew the bout of solace
that is you, to realize the kind if not the kings and queens, of history numb
for the sincerity of a single kept kiss, in the more to give a friendship a chance
luck, seclusion, martyrs and the tale of each
in the speed of life to come here, the tenderness of since the seasons
make a play for the same, played with a curing sight, in the shame of need
are we but the words of commonness I know you to have, or is this shine of reasons...
a hate itself, know you this before the calmness of justice that is ours
love was your eye to know it all, the care of somber news and virtue of plainly spoken who'se
complete the edge of dominion's truth with such a voice, and you will see world's become powers
of youth itself, the moment of neglect and its forte with life, nothing but a soul come to due
called simply me
the irony of visiting swords of war and the spirit of composure that has, a lord to tell
proper was the idea of love, even to the briefest cope and its hope, not to expect any
but the mercy of all, that would with a cleverer talk in the house of choices, as love is fell
about you, the silence of questions made
the ache with the fake, of duty doomed
to know a serious voice versus a funny one, said
complete our strange morn, into days reach we seek the more
for the shape of things to done, the rigors of fruiting worth
in the ask and the desperately sought, opinion of sharing the work
do you remember the sin of courage in your hand, the talking and the balking of earth...
promises and the days long lived soul, in the heart of another, come
to these, for out the smiles of dreams that never knew the bout of solace
that is you, to realize the kind if not the kings and queens, of history numb
for the sincerity of a single kept kiss, in the more to give a friendship a chance
luck, seclusion, martyrs and the tale of each
in the speed of life to come here, the tenderness of since the seasons
make a play for the same, played with a curing sight, in the shame of need
are we but the words of commonness I know you to have, or is this shine of reasons...
a hate itself, know you this before the calmness of justice that is ours
love was your eye to know it all, the care of somber news and virtue of plainly spoken who'se
complete the edge of dominion's truth with such a voice, and you will see world's become powers
of youth itself, the moment of neglect and its forte with life, nothing but a soul come to due
called simply me
the irony of visiting swords of war and the spirit of composure that has, a lord to tell
proper was the idea of love, even to the briefest cope and its hope, not to expect any
but the mercy of all, that would with a cleverer talk in the house of choices, as love is fell
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Turned With Astute Living Taken Home Exactly Really Same?
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