WINE AND GATES
Life In Your Grasp, Has Dirty Etcetera's...
never before anything
with a side of disdain, to serve a better ideal
in a wish was a truth, to calm the meager for wings
of fruition come, to these for a new idea and its vaunted weal
question of embitterment, to know a heart for few
the sense of dismal life, to answer itself in the forms
we admire, sometimes is, the nature of kindness to stew
sanity to finish its norm, the taste of persuasion is certain
pie for a daily hi, the next of summation in the sour of duty
we know to be, an accused sorts, in view of shared ours
like habits of gray sight, in the held anger of worthiness, to lucre
this halting decision for a luck, is a miracle of since in denial
love is a place for wishes to exact the time of day?
lore of a comely decency is for those that can deal a card of heaven?
lone is a passion of sensitivity to the dread of others, to know when for any?
lose of a doling hap has the trying patience of misery in its leaven?
guilt and somehow to taste the infamy of solace in our midst, why did your cares lie?
found in the still and ought, money or momentum we admire, for an outright due
shame with a similar nose, soul for a crazed count of derision in the courage's of I'd
honor from a moist kiss on the hand, is more than a body can give, if sorrow is to be, you'd
with a side of disdain, to serve a better ideal
in a wish was a truth, to calm the meager for wings
of fruition come, to these for a new idea and its vaunted weal
question of embitterment, to know a heart for few
the sense of dismal life, to answer itself in the forms
we admire, sometimes is, the nature of kindness to stew
sanity to finish its norm, the taste of persuasion is certain
pie for a daily hi, the next of summation in the sour of duty
we know to be, an accused sorts, in view of shared ours
like habits of gray sight, in the held anger of worthiness, to lucre
this halting decision for a luck, is a miracle of since in denial
love is a place for wishes to exact the time of day?
lore of a comely decency is for those that can deal a card of heaven?
lone is a passion of sensitivity to the dread of others, to know when for any?
lose of a doling hap has the trying patience of misery in its leaven?
guilt and somehow to taste the infamy of solace in our midst, why did your cares lie?
found in the still and ought, money or momentum we admire, for an outright due
shame with a similar nose, soul for a crazed count of derision in the courage's of I'd
honor from a moist kiss on the hand, is more than a body can give, if sorrow is to be, you'd
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Life In Your Grasp, Has Dirty Etcetera`s...
Life In Your Grasp, Has Dirty Etcetera`s...