WINE AND GATES
Asked Being Stoic Toward All In Names, Backwards
ordeals and healing grace
together for us, the semblance of did
in a lip of understanding, the other of proper praise
to a sign of the times for out the changes of seasons, is...?
the face of history for you, the took or the dilemma of deem forsook?
in these ways do we know, the shall and overt, promises
of generosity to sink in time, with new faces to look
for the sigh's of deliberateness and skill of honor around, a heart to fess
I have no place for your shame...
but the skip of kin in the dread of knowing neglect
of solutions in sincerity, giving the space of a new name
the tale of unity in our midst, is a raging our to see to affect
a new day without a place for anything else, and truth in a habit
choice and silliness of a drawn form in the span of duty
where the ulterior means we notice, is time to live in the known shadow, elaborate
the silken reply of youth to a door, that has no life as yet, the realism of wouldn't?
prepared with obvious does
seen twain, for better love than you
kept with a stilled hap, the start of something was
in mind for a salt to live beyond, horizon's that couldn't
the name of duress in our happier fate, be a callous date with destiny's smile?
thought seen to keen fruition for the marveling of sense, is this gift of need and liberty?
where the sense of justice has come, knowing the breed of sanity's demand, is silence little?
made from the still agonizing pressure of done depravity, isn't this cough from all, identity?
together for us, the semblance of did
in a lip of understanding, the other of proper praise
to a sign of the times for out the changes of seasons, is...?
the face of history for you, the took or the dilemma of deem forsook?
in these ways do we know, the shall and overt, promises
of generosity to sink in time, with new faces to look
for the sigh's of deliberateness and skill of honor around, a heart to fess
I have no place for your shame...
but the skip of kin in the dread of knowing neglect
of solutions in sincerity, giving the space of a new name
the tale of unity in our midst, is a raging our to see to affect
a new day without a place for anything else, and truth in a habit
choice and silliness of a drawn form in the span of duty
where the ulterior means we notice, is time to live in the known shadow, elaborate
the silken reply of youth to a door, that has no life as yet, the realism of wouldn't?
prepared with obvious does
seen twain, for better love than you
kept with a stilled hap, the start of something was
in mind for a salt to live beyond, horizon's that couldn't
the name of duress in our happier fate, be a callous date with destiny's smile?
thought seen to keen fruition for the marveling of sense, is this gift of need and liberty?
where the sense of justice has come, knowing the breed of sanity's demand, is silence little?
made from the still agonizing pressure of done depravity, isn't this cough from all, identity?
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Asked Being Stoic Toward All In Names, Backwards
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