WINE AND GATES
Actually Knowing The Instinct Of Neighbors...
Fish, apples and cheese, therefore
Together, they make a strange meal
Finally the thought, for sincerity to loose, the wanted hair
Of a lover in heed, for a callous night of where, to feel...
Since same is our game, what is this dry tear?
In my water I so dearly drink, the taste of unusual appetites
And the calm in the stir of youth, come some to near
The triviality of decency in a happy exaction, for rise and wizen...
Prayers to the ecstatic, and the homes of yearning
The conscience of demand, to know a new order to wealth and avarice's psyche
When all is one and with the bounding twain, the comparison of learning
The image of you, to keep the solution of evidential ask, to which I like:
Brazen tones of voice, to question an adage, is to know the origin of all it is
Earthy stares that know wall's, the tryst of communication is for a ripe old religion
Tenant's of yet to be seen terror, for an angel to know the silence we make, for bliss
Hell in a caring side, to remember the house of destiny we have, the life of contingency
But am I being too forward, the reasons of future save?
And integrity to pout, with love for a sharing half
Come the misogyny we never knew, except for charisma in passion's labor
Taken for courage's edge if not legend of shame, that turns to the world for a laugh...
How can a lover ever be anything more than anything?
When there is something to it...
Curiosity to sense the ease it took, to survive in another's name, and seemingly
The pace of peace altogether for a lip of who, is at reasons I haven't seen, for kind or kindred
Look like a spare eye in the way of utopia?
Fewer by the presence of shy tradition, the calm of simplicity to see
My notion and face for you, to seek one more thought of conscience and dilemma
Where the courage's of sense know a day and its heart's vicinity, to openly seek
The space to such, the instance of youth again in the moment
Of sophisticated needs, and the altruism of yonder future in behalf
Tongue and shall we see the lament of cope, in a shine worth the daze of advent
To the nose of uncertain, though confirmation in time with what has, a craft
Liberty in lore and the form of unity to come, for us
The waiting hour in which we stand, for the silence of truer happiness
Is a heaven with a sigh so violent the way to give the ought of lots?
Isn't the rational of uniqueness the blessing we gave, for a house that does, live and attest
Together, they make a strange meal
Finally the thought, for sincerity to loose, the wanted hair
Of a lover in heed, for a callous night of where, to feel...
Since same is our game, what is this dry tear?
In my water I so dearly drink, the taste of unusual appetites
And the calm in the stir of youth, come some to near
The triviality of decency in a happy exaction, for rise and wizen...
Prayers to the ecstatic, and the homes of yearning
The conscience of demand, to know a new order to wealth and avarice's psyche
When all is one and with the bounding twain, the comparison of learning
The image of you, to keep the solution of evidential ask, to which I like:
Brazen tones of voice, to question an adage, is to know the origin of all it is
Earthy stares that know wall's, the tryst of communication is for a ripe old religion
Tenant's of yet to be seen terror, for an angel to know the silence we make, for bliss
Hell in a caring side, to remember the house of destiny we have, the life of contingency
But am I being too forward, the reasons of future save?
And integrity to pout, with love for a sharing half
Come the misogyny we never knew, except for charisma in passion's labor
Taken for courage's edge if not legend of shame, that turns to the world for a laugh...
How can a lover ever be anything more than anything?
When there is something to it...
Curiosity to sense the ease it took, to survive in another's name, and seemingly
The pace of peace altogether for a lip of who, is at reasons I haven't seen, for kind or kindred
Look like a spare eye in the way of utopia?
Fewer by the presence of shy tradition, the calm of simplicity to see
My notion and face for you, to seek one more thought of conscience and dilemma
Where the courage's of sense know a day and its heart's vicinity, to openly seek
The space to such, the instance of youth again in the moment
Of sophisticated needs, and the altruism of yonder future in behalf
Tongue and shall we see the lament of cope, in a shine worth the daze of advent
To the nose of uncertain, though confirmation in time with what has, a craft
Liberty in lore and the form of unity to come, for us
The waiting hour in which we stand, for the silence of truer happiness
Is a heaven with a sigh so violent the way to give the ought of lots?
Isn't the rational of uniqueness the blessing we gave, for a house that does, live and attest
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Actually Knowing The Instinct Of Neighbors...
Actually Knowing The Instinct Of Neighbors...