WINE AND GATES
Lucky Is Same Passion, Scented As Mind's May; Flowers?
lovers in the legend
of dolls in the window, for two
is the reach of daring, the sneeze and the clench of kin
to wander in the light, for the smiles of yesterday to know, the youth?
lovers in the moments
of dreams for the rest of night, for too
in the skip of justice to find, the maker of a new turn, in all ways half, lent
is a happier face in the wind, odd the senses of courage for a shape of good?
haunts of cold eaves for the sincerity of vision
of a labor in the sulking for all to have and to hold
the remembered salt of questions for a liberal mission
to the nature of deviation from the pass of norm, are we a caring goal?
sacred to the tears of a knowing family, the taste of language with a silence
to keep a marveling fresh and certain shift, of eyes in the reign
to backwards forthright enough to liberate even a hath of asked for change
the toes of shared futures, is a lamb of shall and the patience of all, the any?
thoughts for a deliberate fame in the same of old truth's, deliverance
is my ear, for the rest of the day to come, hasn't yearning a simple breath
for a puzzle of common enough nary done well, to finish a bite with a friends
heart in the fold of another callous worth, isn't my needs a begun have let...
in the arms of another, the sanity of answered mercies and the mighty focus of a rued
eye for the nestling and thence of compromise, the shrewd fingers of dependency
to but know an angel on a shoulder, with a smile you let, anywhere once, who'd
be tongue if I know the passage of trying, like the beck and call, of heathen?
wages won, from the hand of a former stone of intention, made from nothing but a kindness
the actual with the facts of paces seemed, to be a clue to the very past of notions to exhale
the more we know, the more we know, to live in the same, with a voice to confirm the obvious
you don't know, but the wealth of a world on its own nerves will be paid, in the myths of hell?
shadows of indecision, come to these for a slighter muse than the strength offered
if to call upon but the sincerity of a numbing but well intended kiss, the may of need's sates
of all things ever seen before us, is a living some in the eyes of a providence
show or tell, the way to hell is through a name in the spill of sunshine you have, ways...
of dolls in the window, for two
is the reach of daring, the sneeze and the clench of kin
to wander in the light, for the smiles of yesterday to know, the youth?
lovers in the moments
of dreams for the rest of night, for too
in the skip of justice to find, the maker of a new turn, in all ways half, lent
is a happier face in the wind, odd the senses of courage for a shape of good?
haunts of cold eaves for the sincerity of vision
of a labor in the sulking for all to have and to hold
the remembered salt of questions for a liberal mission
to the nature of deviation from the pass of norm, are we a caring goal?
sacred to the tears of a knowing family, the taste of language with a silence
to keep a marveling fresh and certain shift, of eyes in the reign
to backwards forthright enough to liberate even a hath of asked for change
the toes of shared futures, is a lamb of shall and the patience of all, the any?
thoughts for a deliberate fame in the same of old truth's, deliverance
is my ear, for the rest of the day to come, hasn't yearning a simple breath
for a puzzle of common enough nary done well, to finish a bite with a friends
heart in the fold of another callous worth, isn't my needs a begun have let...
in the arms of another, the sanity of answered mercies and the mighty focus of a rued
eye for the nestling and thence of compromise, the shrewd fingers of dependency
to but know an angel on a shoulder, with a smile you let, anywhere once, who'd
be tongue if I know the passage of trying, like the beck and call, of heathen?
wages won, from the hand of a former stone of intention, made from nothing but a kindness
the actual with the facts of paces seemed, to be a clue to the very past of notions to exhale
the more we know, the more we know, to live in the same, with a voice to confirm the obvious
you don't know, but the wealth of a world on its own nerves will be paid, in the myths of hell?
shadows of indecision, come to these for a slighter muse than the strength offered
if to call upon but the sincerity of a numbing but well intended kiss, the may of need's sates
of all things ever seen before us, is a living some in the eyes of a providence
show or tell, the way to hell is through a name in the spill of sunshine you have, ways...
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Lucky Is Same Passion, Scented As Mind`s May; Flowers?
Lucky Is Same Passion, Scented As Mind`s May; Flowers?