WINE AND GATES
Bad Blood Between Friends Is Like This...
often at insist, the thanks of dreams
to work amid the our, in a hath and decency
merit in our few, the tale of sundry whim's
of fortunes turn and ebb, the slight of humanity?
chance meeting with a furious assumption...
till we seek a fame of distances together, the sit of style
is a labor of love to announce, the irony of times consumption
pittances of conscience to foretell the new, we are a longevity all the while
craving a still of need, the tartness of avarice in the beckoning soul
hap and sorrow let, to wish upon a new star
the role of vice in an ordinary life, if but the skip and play of old
where a callous stone has been, the earth knows to finish the behalf of are
what a load?
so done, the presumption of vantage and rage to have an upset stomach
like the diligence of a great many more, we seek the kiss of an untimely goad
for the price of matrimony of the flash, of a camera that seen whole, knows to keep a sake
chance meeting with an old friend, the truth in a heart of steel and glass
why is the old odor of sense to be behaved in and clarified to give the gift of limit's?
because the world needs another friend to know, and show the kind of things that pass...
no, I reply, your standing on my foot, but the rest of that will do just fine, and in whit's...
to work amid the our, in a hath and decency
merit in our few, the tale of sundry whim's
of fortunes turn and ebb, the slight of humanity?
chance meeting with a furious assumption...
till we seek a fame of distances together, the sit of style
is a labor of love to announce, the irony of times consumption
pittances of conscience to foretell the new, we are a longevity all the while
craving a still of need, the tartness of avarice in the beckoning soul
hap and sorrow let, to wish upon a new star
the role of vice in an ordinary life, if but the skip and play of old
where a callous stone has been, the earth knows to finish the behalf of are
what a load?
so done, the presumption of vantage and rage to have an upset stomach
like the diligence of a great many more, we seek the kiss of an untimely goad
for the price of matrimony of the flash, of a camera that seen whole, knows to keep a sake
chance meeting with an old friend, the truth in a heart of steel and glass
why is the old odor of sense to be behaved in and clarified to give the gift of limit's?
because the world needs another friend to know, and show the kind of things that pass...
no, I reply, your standing on my foot, but the rest of that will do just fine, and in whit's...
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Bad Blood Between Friends Is Like This...
Bad Blood Between Friends Is Like This...
