WINE AND GATES
Made With Angel's And Faery's To Seem Kissed
yearning or sense approved
the wealth of a meager garden to call upon
beyond a door of soul searching, and the since in a hole
were we a wearing decency for the rest of the day, and is this money...?
taken with a frieze, the dour truth
of simplicity to come, we know the ache of another eye to keep
in spirit of else seen, the careful life of anger and youth
the westward smile of demands for sensation and ignition of a shame, leap?
tolls of the afternoon bell, the sorrow of could in a travail so dear
that even the plant we ignore is in the earth to say, the all of a new idea
for a sweeter life than known to be, a hair brained cross of questions and answers
the toil of final justice in our lap, to know a grace that has a similarity
to me
the fear of notion and the belly for indignation
is a martyr to the chances of overt same, to collect a heart for each
the taste of duty in our seemingly endless hands for exaction keen, to visit passion
in the powers of intellect in love, shame
is a raging fire on the other side of the coin, from which only a presumed kindred
is to watch the metal of lurid intent, that has selected our few, for a new name
the tongue before the might of the sun, waters of dominion for a simple ought to lead
gardens of seasons said
the legend of morbidity and the nose of detritus we keep for a severity in the lock
is a bracing third of your life a trait of fury or the fulfilment of clarity for heads
ahead is the new smile of dependency for the rest of us, to know a thus that is suppose not
don't I owe it all with a means to own?
care and the stare of indecision in the mouth of history, ready to live the life
of someplace courteous enough to like the very roots of simplicity in the somes
of causes great and small, lord or poor, treason or language fend, something had, nightmares...
the wealth of a meager garden to call upon
beyond a door of soul searching, and the since in a hole
were we a wearing decency for the rest of the day, and is this money...?
taken with a frieze, the dour truth
of simplicity to come, we know the ache of another eye to keep
in spirit of else seen, the careful life of anger and youth
the westward smile of demands for sensation and ignition of a shame, leap?
tolls of the afternoon bell, the sorrow of could in a travail so dear
that even the plant we ignore is in the earth to say, the all of a new idea
for a sweeter life than known to be, a hair brained cross of questions and answers
the toil of final justice in our lap, to know a grace that has a similarity
to me
the fear of notion and the belly for indignation
is a martyr to the chances of overt same, to collect a heart for each
the taste of duty in our seemingly endless hands for exaction keen, to visit passion
in the powers of intellect in love, shame
is a raging fire on the other side of the coin, from which only a presumed kindred
is to watch the metal of lurid intent, that has selected our few, for a new name
the tongue before the might of the sun, waters of dominion for a simple ought to lead
gardens of seasons said
the legend of morbidity and the nose of detritus we keep for a severity in the lock
is a bracing third of your life a trait of fury or the fulfilment of clarity for heads
ahead is the new smile of dependency for the rest of us, to know a thus that is suppose not
don't I owe it all with a means to own?
care and the stare of indecision in the mouth of history, ready to live the life
of someplace courteous enough to like the very roots of simplicity in the somes
of causes great and small, lord or poor, treason or language fend, something had, nightmares...
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Made With Angel`s And Faery`s To Seem Kissed
Made With Angel`s And Faery`s To Seem Kissed
