WINE AND GATES
Living At Where, Too Real Until Tendered Hair?
East of etc.
Mete for youth, yearning in heat
Then form as if salt, sweeter by the mind, to may
Sake in a careful sense, has a share in let...
Where and when do we save the shadow's for a question?
If alienation is to be a persuasion found
Does the she'll of earning a guidance for blessing save less?
Meant the been, as likewise is a reaching light to realities allow...
Can intuition bare peace with a rational live...?
Can a honor survive the ordeal of wishes come and went, with strength...?
Finish the smile of you, with a remembered eye of simplicity?
My time is yet to come, unless you are the gift's of scope by length...
What comes before a chastity when all of a dream is in the future, seemly?
Some would answer, the back of an argument...
That is a reason in fury and sincerer treatise, same by the sanity of a family...
Well to do, and respect in who's hand, we know the succor of possibility to relent?
The timidity of happenstance...?
And its merry merit of otherwise known, faces of history to come
Elect to us, the rise and fruition in sense, we know is a ley of amends
Thus to self, the rue of comparison, that comes to here, and for the sigh's of one
If my foot made you laugh, would you guess again?
Because I'm an egg, with charity for a heart, and blessing's for harrowed smile's
If but the sense of rather and favor, the overt chance of praise for another's whispered sin
Life, is here; time is anon, like the sharing host of silence was a miracle all the while...
Mete for youth, yearning in heat
Then form as if salt, sweeter by the mind, to may
Sake in a careful sense, has a share in let...
Where and when do we save the shadow's for a question?
If alienation is to be a persuasion found
Does the she'll of earning a guidance for blessing save less?
Meant the been, as likewise is a reaching light to realities allow...
Can intuition bare peace with a rational live...?
Can a honor survive the ordeal of wishes come and went, with strength...?
Finish the smile of you, with a remembered eye of simplicity?
My time is yet to come, unless you are the gift's of scope by length...
What comes before a chastity when all of a dream is in the future, seemly?
Some would answer, the back of an argument...
That is a reason in fury and sincerer treatise, same by the sanity of a family...
Well to do, and respect in who's hand, we know the succor of possibility to relent?
The timidity of happenstance...?
And its merry merit of otherwise known, faces of history to come
Elect to us, the rise and fruition in sense, we know is a ley of amends
Thus to self, the rue of comparison, that comes to here, and for the sigh's of one
If my foot made you laugh, would you guess again?
Because I'm an egg, with charity for a heart, and blessing's for harrowed smile's
If but the sense of rather and favor, the overt chance of praise for another's whispered sin
Life, is here; time is anon, like the sharing host of silence was a miracle all the while...
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Living At Where, Too Real Until Tendered Hair?
Living At Where, Too Real Until Tendered Hair?