WINE AND GATES
Does Joining The Clue, Mean Have And Due?
Doesn't...?
Will because...
See the known, and keep it to yourself, us
Will with keen nothing, the twist of the odd's?
Pasts with a harrowing hour, to keep the still...
The warmth of other's, for a sate in hindrance
To seem a light more sincere, the can't of opus and onus, will
The dreadful means to asks future, be a count or a flout of what can?
Kindred and habits in the march of time
Seldom do we see, none but certain, have?
Taken for silent reasons, the nature of inclination so forward, trying
Liberty to few, in the eye's of guest's too soon, a wounded heart to save?
Life with a handful of reasons, and the mind to represent the candor
Of a worth with its smile to unearth, the taste of commonness is much more than sweet...
Laid to bare, with a courage for each, their same in houses of poise and more...
The travail of a new sin, is a hardening eye with no place to go, but into the house to meet...
Yesterday, and only unction
The willing halt of summation for the stone, of curiosity in the fold
Of when and since, the ours so fine, to kind a similarity if found, in
The stir of conscience with no place to go but up, where even more is a strangeness lolled...
Skill's and time with the till of that smile, still a nerve in the right
To save from an obscure tongue, fulfilled by the stead of another, the last's of rises
And fall's of yearning with a scope of need, that is the decision of all, in might
Cares of possibility that come, with the fruition of simplicity, that has more in mind...
Late to the tale, with a realer many, the truth told, the truth in whole
With hands of given source's and hereafter to know, the riddance of burden in sort's
The tears of commotion and nerves of innermost feeling's, were but a rivalry in doubted soul
Taken for ancient sincerity, the taste of home refuted for low, and season in high, we exhort
Will because...
See the known, and keep it to yourself, us
Will with keen nothing, the twist of the odd's?
Pasts with a harrowing hour, to keep the still...
The warmth of other's, for a sate in hindrance
To seem a light more sincere, the can't of opus and onus, will
The dreadful means to asks future, be a count or a flout of what can?
Kindred and habits in the march of time
Seldom do we see, none but certain, have?
Taken for silent reasons, the nature of inclination so forward, trying
Liberty to few, in the eye's of guest's too soon, a wounded heart to save?
Life with a handful of reasons, and the mind to represent the candor
Of a worth with its smile to unearth, the taste of commonness is much more than sweet...
Laid to bare, with a courage for each, their same in houses of poise and more...
The travail of a new sin, is a hardening eye with no place to go, but into the house to meet...
Yesterday, and only unction
The willing halt of summation for the stone, of curiosity in the fold
Of when and since, the ours so fine, to kind a similarity if found, in
The stir of conscience with no place to go but up, where even more is a strangeness lolled...
Skill's and time with the till of that smile, still a nerve in the right
To save from an obscure tongue, fulfilled by the stead of another, the last's of rises
And fall's of yearning with a scope of need, that is the decision of all, in might
Cares of possibility that come, with the fruition of simplicity, that has more in mind...
Late to the tale, with a realer many, the truth told, the truth in whole
With hands of given source's and hereafter to know, the riddance of burden in sort's
The tears of commotion and nerves of innermost feeling's, were but a rivalry in doubted soul
Taken for ancient sincerity, the taste of home refuted for low, and season in high, we exhort
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Does Joining The Clue, Mean Have And Due?
Does Joining The Clue, Mean Have And Due?
