WINE AND GATES
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truer by the neighbors
in the shared order of winds taken for us
panic and sour regard, for the cross eyes of works
we know to begin where we aren't, the meld of openly discussed...
when we see the fate of others, we mean...
the taste in harrowed cult, the occurrence of should
imminent whiskers of presumption made, for all who can
the nature of kingdom come, for a heart saying the least, of often in love
penny on its edge, waiting with me in a terror
the vicinity of rage, to qualm and together, a sense for caring
that has shamed, has samed, the right to anger in the fold, where
we know ourselves for what does, and the angel of future's fairing
cold and surprised, the tender lift of semblance into the might of mine
turned with a sour cheek, to keep a brazen lip of succinct, if not tooth to sigh
actual lips of travail noticed for a since we are the risen season, arreard sublime
the truth in our needs taken for a salt, we have the shape of things to come, for why...
fear in the round, shadows that give a gift
kisses that have consciences, more or else the fate of neglect, met
maybe for a song or a duty in find, the tale of dreams that lift
the soul to a higher plane, where even the jaw of survival has a little one, lent
in the shared order of winds taken for us
panic and sour regard, for the cross eyes of works
we know to begin where we aren't, the meld of openly discussed...
when we see the fate of others, we mean...
the taste in harrowed cult, the occurrence of should
imminent whiskers of presumption made, for all who can
the nature of kingdom come, for a heart saying the least, of often in love
penny on its edge, waiting with me in a terror
the vicinity of rage, to qualm and together, a sense for caring
that has shamed, has samed, the right to anger in the fold, where
we know ourselves for what does, and the angel of future's fairing
cold and surprised, the tender lift of semblance into the might of mine
turned with a sour cheek, to keep a brazen lip of succinct, if not tooth to sigh
actual lips of travail noticed for a since we are the risen season, arreard sublime
the truth in our needs taken for a salt, we have the shape of things to come, for why...
fear in the round, shadows that give a gift
kisses that have consciences, more or else the fate of neglect, met
maybe for a song or a duty in find, the tale of dreams that lift
the soul to a higher plane, where even the jaw of survival has a little one, lent
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