WINE AND GATES
Landfall's Call, If Not Callous Candy Made First, And All...
Places to eat echoes...
Thinking before lying, the riddle of yearning?
For the silence of a silly need, ashes to ashes, the boat and the world
Beguiling or abhorred with a mysterious tear? here is my ear earning...
Moment's in the embrace, of windy stares
The tale of cope, we foretell to richer live...?
Susceptible, as if a harrowed tongue ever cares
The course of yet to be determined love to give?
A whistle a try...
A callous voice in legend to serve as a stool...
A future of distance and immaculate stead, as if a mere in the scope of a lie...
A sensitive hardship for the rued link and sink of mettlesome, salt, so cool...
Patience in the end's, of curiosity with a price to kill, with kindness
Seemingly a heavy eye in the more's of doom
The risen meager and furthering soul of liberty, we mistook for a friend's bless
Is something more, than the all of us, the war with insanity will never due
Pride to walk and breathe, with a toward smile
That has the calm of uniqueness for a sulking, here
And time in a rhapsody of vice's clarity, to know a despised thumb, all the while
Where horses terrify themselves with the shadow in a house, seemingly the bitterer and near
Places to find an echo, with a bit of honey
Maybe and similarity to a question found, in the beautiful sky, money
Is a relationship with estranged and disfigured wisdom, that has seen the miracle, anarchy
Where solemn intuition's have trodden, like the ark's of community and sanity, know the lead...
Thinking before lying, the riddle of yearning?
For the silence of a silly need, ashes to ashes, the boat and the world
Beguiling or abhorred with a mysterious tear? here is my ear earning...
Moment's in the embrace, of windy stares
The tale of cope, we foretell to richer live...?
Susceptible, as if a harrowed tongue ever cares
The course of yet to be determined love to give?
A whistle a try...
A callous voice in legend to serve as a stool...
A future of distance and immaculate stead, as if a mere in the scope of a lie...
A sensitive hardship for the rued link and sink of mettlesome, salt, so cool...
Patience in the end's, of curiosity with a price to kill, with kindness
Seemingly a heavy eye in the more's of doom
The risen meager and furthering soul of liberty, we mistook for a friend's bless
Is something more, than the all of us, the war with insanity will never due
Pride to walk and breathe, with a toward smile
That has the calm of uniqueness for a sulking, here
And time in a rhapsody of vice's clarity, to know a despised thumb, all the while
Where horses terrify themselves with the shadow in a house, seemingly the bitterer and near
Places to find an echo, with a bit of honey
Maybe and similarity to a question found, in the beautiful sky, money
Is a relationship with estranged and disfigured wisdom, that has seen the miracle, anarchy
Where solemn intuition's have trodden, like the ark's of community and sanity, know the lead...
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Landfall`s Call, If Not Callous Candy Made First, And All...
Landfall`s Call, If Not Callous Candy Made First, And All...
