WINE AND GATES
Bless A Psyche, Tender Is Soul, May Ask Love...
Pan
Silly old dream, with exact ideas
Figure once, two many...
And haunt with a may, oval?
Doesn't rhyme, mercy in time
Conscience or curious...
The hope we said, is a kind of triumph...?
Curious causes still, the image we fuss...
Reach for memory served
The taint of warm days, without...
Candor in an excused handshake, learned
From the wish in the stir, over which we pout...?
And
A pillow smelly enough to question
The math of a superior usher, family...?
And the succor in a delirium dizzy enough to bless, silence...
Causes of gray redoubt, the tooth of demand to a pauper...?
Few in love, the thirst of country's for the punch and have of deliberating...
Is this all and so, the petty thumb of divined answer's?!
For a being beauty that is no remark, but the clash of simplicity seemingly...
Smiling, and the sickness of a shadow to overwhelm the more...
Signify a dirty wish with the patience of subtlety, about to impart...
The cancer of fear and sour knuckles, with a place for your worth...?
When society will not do, is all of a sneeze our place, or is this passion to abort?
Silly old dream, with exact ideas
Figure once, two many...
And haunt with a may, oval?
Doesn't rhyme, mercy in time
Conscience or curious...
The hope we said, is a kind of triumph...?
Curious causes still, the image we fuss...
Reach for memory served
The taint of warm days, without...
Candor in an excused handshake, learned
From the wish in the stir, over which we pout...?
And
A pillow smelly enough to question
The math of a superior usher, family...?
And the succor in a delirium dizzy enough to bless, silence...
Causes of gray redoubt, the tooth of demand to a pauper...?
Few in love, the thirst of country's for the punch and have of deliberating...
Is this all and so, the petty thumb of divined answer's?!
For a being beauty that is no remark, but the clash of simplicity seemingly...
Smiling, and the sickness of a shadow to overwhelm the more...
Signify a dirty wish with the patience of subtlety, about to impart...
The cancer of fear and sour knuckles, with a place for your worth...?
When society will not do, is all of a sneeze our place, or is this passion to abort?
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Bless A Psyche, Tender Is Soul, May Ask Love...
Bless A Psyche, Tender Is Soul, May Ask Love...