WINE AND GATES
Like Named Oddity Isn't The Right Idea...
hold me now
though to know I am done
press or impression of a key, somehow
the waiting has become a conscience
thorough as a wealthy eye will nay
the truth in sense and season, had
the burden of common decency to held say
question me again for a sound way, sad
themselves to know, the take of sour here
to finish a thought on the duress we share
many more than us, know the tale for a complete there
but the reason and the road we admire, is legend to ask if fair
courage under fire, the denial of sense for a changing heart
to need and the seed of causes seen, a meter for the since
we are, the collection of duties to natures seen, for a risen start
of culture made, for the smiles and heathen kinds, all the while at ends
mostly mercy in a can, mine?
turns of justice to consider the act of pain in time, could?
shreds of evidence to know a wiser fate in the regard of ourselves, thine?
measure for measure to keep the passion in front of us, who'd?
where have the long looks of deliberation and cordiality been?
sound by design, a haps of condition in lore to acquire a seemly knowledge making?
to heights of power and the sincerity of loved answers for the native coil, keen?
understood with a bolt in the blue to finish the swallow of lies, this seat is taken
though to know I am done
press or impression of a key, somehow
the waiting has become a conscience
thorough as a wealthy eye will nay
the truth in sense and season, had
the burden of common decency to held say
question me again for a sound way, sad
themselves to know, the take of sour here
to finish a thought on the duress we share
many more than us, know the tale for a complete there
but the reason and the road we admire, is legend to ask if fair
courage under fire, the denial of sense for a changing heart
to need and the seed of causes seen, a meter for the since
we are, the collection of duties to natures seen, for a risen start
of culture made, for the smiles and heathen kinds, all the while at ends
mostly mercy in a can, mine?
turns of justice to consider the act of pain in time, could?
shreds of evidence to know a wiser fate in the regard of ourselves, thine?
measure for measure to keep the passion in front of us, who'd?
where have the long looks of deliberation and cordiality been?
sound by design, a haps of condition in lore to acquire a seemly knowledge making?
to heights of power and the sincerity of loved answers for the native coil, keen?
understood with a bolt in the blue to finish the swallow of lies, this seat is taken
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Like Named Oddity Isn`t The Right Idea...
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