WINE AND GATES
Different, Exactly, Merit, Ordeal, Now, Sourly
happy tomorrow
ilk and signature of love in the winds
of today for a crying eye to borrow
thank you and many more, than the shame we attend, to
cope and curiosity, sinking feelings
risks of virtue for the naieve, taken to hell's extreme
paradise on the head of a pin, where salt knows the leavings
of sour necks and the change of seasons we come for, seen...
crass to ourselves, clashing with the somehow in our...
whole to future's since in are, we, the more in the sound
of each and history to the mind, of a wish in power...
come to these, for the pass of overtness, guesses bless and cease found
limitations of shared now, news on the behalf of sorrow's sigh
sacred tools of justice that have, the time of later dreams
kept from themselves, once twice and thrown to eaves for violence
came and somehow never more than a side long stare as the named seems
shadow with us, the tooth of anger with a price above its very soul
spirits and jade, joy and causes of hunger with no more than this
the truer face of destiny come for us like an angel, old enough to swallow the world
in the hands of any person and his cares, that can simply show kindness is mine to kiss
same house in the dirty reach of poor and foreign psyche, living for not?
handsome shall in futile wait, for a silent habit of cope, to know a cunning lot?
requited worth in the sands of time, that could, the place and presence of season mocked?
love in the tradition of sincerity we continue with, to but name a new challenge, for odd?
hateful as this may seem, the truth lies with a beauty...
time and severity for a rational of courage in the gifts of the heard
prepared only with the same, came again with a sovereignty for looking
upon the sanity of another, who has, the semblance of happiness in miracles of pasts owed here
ilk and signature of love in the winds
of today for a crying eye to borrow
thank you and many more, than the shame we attend, to
cope and curiosity, sinking feelings
risks of virtue for the naieve, taken to hell's extreme
paradise on the head of a pin, where salt knows the leavings
of sour necks and the change of seasons we come for, seen...
crass to ourselves, clashing with the somehow in our...
whole to future's since in are, we, the more in the sound
of each and history to the mind, of a wish in power...
come to these, for the pass of overtness, guesses bless and cease found
limitations of shared now, news on the behalf of sorrow's sigh
sacred tools of justice that have, the time of later dreams
kept from themselves, once twice and thrown to eaves for violence
came and somehow never more than a side long stare as the named seems
shadow with us, the tooth of anger with a price above its very soul
spirits and jade, joy and causes of hunger with no more than this
the truer face of destiny come for us like an angel, old enough to swallow the world
in the hands of any person and his cares, that can simply show kindness is mine to kiss
same house in the dirty reach of poor and foreign psyche, living for not?
handsome shall in futile wait, for a silent habit of cope, to know a cunning lot?
requited worth in the sands of time, that could, the place and presence of season mocked?
love in the tradition of sincerity we continue with, to but name a new challenge, for odd?
hateful as this may seem, the truth lies with a beauty...
time and severity for a rational of courage in the gifts of the heard
prepared only with the same, came again with a sovereignty for looking
upon the sanity of another, who has, the semblance of happiness in miracles of pasts owed here
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Different, Exactly, Merit, Ordeal, Now, Sourly
Different, Exactly, Merit, Ordeal, Now, Sourly
