WINE AND GATES
Time Is Trying, Trying Is Salt, Salt Is Same
now, to the focus of a later eye
with a poised have, if not savior to toe
the requited sanctity we enjoy, if lucre is ever to take hold, envy
is a resting gall, in our habit as a lover of the simplicity of our woes
worth the metal of being, sorrow
the legend of cope in a way together with itself in realms of folds
the actual if not us, with been terror and future come to tomorrow
can you taste the tip of your tongue, when color has a martyr to share the soul?
jealousy of the name of did, in view
these wages of simple honor and the tried and true letter of seeing over believing
come hither the sides of inner most feeling for a hap of somewhere greater, by due
this eye of shadow and the stuff of legend, is anything but realized weal conceiving...?
maintain a perfect attitude for silence, and you have seen the truth
the minutia of courses in fair, the waters of dismay that complete the need
is this me the caring hold and furthering gold, of a season to sit and forsooth
the snare of totals and hope in yours, is a larger than life, way to sneeze...
likewise for sure, likewise for certain
time in your arms, time in your warns
secrets that condone, secrets that contain
affability named thus, affability named forth
wonder upon us, the salient chance of similarity to a grossing cause?
then in ends to witness the wandering of decision in a skin that mends
with a stone of sweeter than sorry, way with a legend of laws to pause
for the signs of times are at hand, does a family of thought, say the fate of a hearts wrend?
with a poised have, if not savior to toe
the requited sanctity we enjoy, if lucre is ever to take hold, envy
is a resting gall, in our habit as a lover of the simplicity of our woes
worth the metal of being, sorrow
the legend of cope in a way together with itself in realms of folds
the actual if not us, with been terror and future come to tomorrow
can you taste the tip of your tongue, when color has a martyr to share the soul?
jealousy of the name of did, in view
these wages of simple honor and the tried and true letter of seeing over believing
come hither the sides of inner most feeling for a hap of somewhere greater, by due
this eye of shadow and the stuff of legend, is anything but realized weal conceiving...?
maintain a perfect attitude for silence, and you have seen the truth
the minutia of courses in fair, the waters of dismay that complete the need
is this me the caring hold and furthering gold, of a season to sit and forsooth
the snare of totals and hope in yours, is a larger than life, way to sneeze...
likewise for sure, likewise for certain
time in your arms, time in your warns
secrets that condone, secrets that contain
affability named thus, affability named forth
wonder upon us, the salient chance of similarity to a grossing cause?
then in ends to witness the wandering of decision in a skin that mends
with a stone of sweeter than sorry, way with a legend of laws to pause
for the signs of times are at hand, does a family of thought, say the fate of a hearts wrend?
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Time Is Trying, Trying Is Salt, Salt Is Same
Time Is Trying, Trying Is Salt, Salt Is Same
