WINE AND GATES
Prayer's Of A Potato That Ended Up, Shared
Low in, low out
Threshold's gaiety and the eye to deserve
When of a worth, so profound...
The clamor for sense, is one to earn...?
Or so daddy said
Maybe ancient wink's and a monster in the park
Survived the calamity of justice, we seek for you far ahead
Which in superior days, we haven't, the shame to irk?
Many more like that, since then...
Truer shadows under the nose of a lover?
We see in the mar and more, over the skip of when
Places and faces we named for a risk in the heath and the clover
Simple?
And the undying truth that was the gift of life...?
Totals and appearances in the throe's of love's ecstasy, with hearing, it, et. al.
Came the ordeal of honoring the mystery of wishes never seen, by fear's strife...?
Question to a caring friend, since we are the dole of presence
Is so many mirrors in the backwardness of the wind, a happy place?
Share and see the kind of commotion that makes us a passion for them
I see the tradition of culture in your gait, instead of a hair of chance...
Might, or sought with a strive of distance
We collect a happy nature in the stir of candor's dream's
Wealth and the spare light of condition, comes at the price of jealousy's land
Marveling at the instinct for suicide, we come to the decision of half and seems...
My child is waiting on the same thing...
Misery and the hardship of pressure's note, the many in view
OF mother and father, to claim a service to an ideal, worth saving
The praise of could in our estimation, a child grow from somewhere, with courage's lucre
A smile from a teddy bear, one day
Simple shall's work like vanity, if asking ever comes for a spirit's due
Thread and begun artistry of a soul, on the verge of presence for sating
My need for love, is a waiting house, with no roof, except the hearts walls...
Philosophy, it continues...
More over the silence we adhere to, for a creation in voice, suggestion
Is a majesty of cause and curses, callous enough to wish in the while for you?
To answer the age old question we add to a family of hope, hosting is modesty for intimation
The point...
Never to be, but the kisses of chastity we earn, from the solace we know
The rise and fall of nation's in league, were something besides the craft of tear's, meant joy
Here is your sanity in tow, with a memory to save the said, ability of other's to owe...
Threshold's gaiety and the eye to deserve
When of a worth, so profound...
The clamor for sense, is one to earn...?
Or so daddy said
Maybe ancient wink's and a monster in the park
Survived the calamity of justice, we seek for you far ahead
Which in superior days, we haven't, the shame to irk?
Many more like that, since then...
Truer shadows under the nose of a lover?
We see in the mar and more, over the skip of when
Places and faces we named for a risk in the heath and the clover
Simple?
And the undying truth that was the gift of life...?
Totals and appearances in the throe's of love's ecstasy, with hearing, it, et. al.
Came the ordeal of honoring the mystery of wishes never seen, by fear's strife...?
Question to a caring friend, since we are the dole of presence
Is so many mirrors in the backwardness of the wind, a happy place?
Share and see the kind of commotion that makes us a passion for them
I see the tradition of culture in your gait, instead of a hair of chance...
Might, or sought with a strive of distance
We collect a happy nature in the stir of candor's dream's
Wealth and the spare light of condition, comes at the price of jealousy's land
Marveling at the instinct for suicide, we come to the decision of half and seems...
My child is waiting on the same thing...
Misery and the hardship of pressure's note, the many in view
OF mother and father, to claim a service to an ideal, worth saving
The praise of could in our estimation, a child grow from somewhere, with courage's lucre
A smile from a teddy bear, one day
Simple shall's work like vanity, if asking ever comes for a spirit's due
Thread and begun artistry of a soul, on the verge of presence for sating
My need for love, is a waiting house, with no roof, except the hearts walls...
Philosophy, it continues...
More over the silence we adhere to, for a creation in voice, suggestion
Is a majesty of cause and curses, callous enough to wish in the while for you?
To answer the age old question we add to a family of hope, hosting is modesty for intimation
The point...
Never to be, but the kisses of chastity we earn, from the solace we know
The rise and fall of nation's in league, were something besides the craft of tear's, meant joy
Here is your sanity in tow, with a memory to save the said, ability of other's to owe...
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Prayer`s Of A Potato That Ended Up, Shared
Prayer`s Of A Potato That Ended Up, Shared
