WINE AND GATES
Would You Call It Lucre, If Love Was Terrified?
List's of did babies...
Have the name of conscience to risk's, eat?
Problem's with sour curses, asking a light that is set
Another creation of vice and need's silence, is a heart to meet...
Eponymous, the trait of sincerer has
Concern if our fear's and demands of simple nerves
Such, the welling wishes of anger since, awakening to eave's...
Known for the might of us, like what lives to save, is what heirs…
Merit is being, is...
The droll fascination of complacency, common enough for a sadness's kiss?
That cares for other and wise, as if a lover we select for leads?
Of reality, that see's the world through a new fruition and bliss...
Tender to my marveling eye
The realm of estimation worth, seeks nuance
Am's compromise is a love of a nature before when, we sigh
In the coming and going, of answer's saved, if not bared reason's...?
Ares of life's total and hope
The response of condition to a foremost liberty, if a new wish among friends...
Careful longevity of a wholesome glimmer, for the memory of lords
Where in stead and calm with no professed name, we can see the all of aim, in work's ends
Presence of mind, if not the patience for endearment
To wait for the condition kept, is this the means of exhilaration...?
Seemingly the history of candor, we knew was, ire's relationship in the first place
Lent a kindred of veracity with the sense to know itself first, as last is the praying spirit...
Pretense and focus
Made to wishes, in the name of simplicity to serve
The notion and fury of a cold shoulder, that has said a world to continue, with us
Like a vision of moment's have, the needs of contemplation we win, with silence's wink earns...
Have the name of conscience to risk's, eat?
Problem's with sour curses, asking a light that is set
Another creation of vice and need's silence, is a heart to meet...
Eponymous, the trait of sincerer has
Concern if our fear's and demands of simple nerves
Such, the welling wishes of anger since, awakening to eave's...
Known for the might of us, like what lives to save, is what heirs…
Merit is being, is...
The droll fascination of complacency, common enough for a sadness's kiss?
That cares for other and wise, as if a lover we select for leads?
Of reality, that see's the world through a new fruition and bliss...
Tender to my marveling eye
The realm of estimation worth, seeks nuance
Am's compromise is a love of a nature before when, we sigh
In the coming and going, of answer's saved, if not bared reason's...?
Ares of life's total and hope
The response of condition to a foremost liberty, if a new wish among friends...
Careful longevity of a wholesome glimmer, for the memory of lords
Where in stead and calm with no professed name, we can see the all of aim, in work's ends
Presence of mind, if not the patience for endearment
To wait for the condition kept, is this the means of exhilaration...?
Seemingly the history of candor, we knew was, ire's relationship in the first place
Lent a kindred of veracity with the sense to know itself first, as last is the praying spirit...
Pretense and focus
Made to wishes, in the name of simplicity to serve
The notion and fury of a cold shoulder, that has said a world to continue, with us
Like a vision of moment's have, the needs of contemplation we win, with silence's wink earns...
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Would You Call It Lucre, If Love Was Terrified?
Would You Call It Lucre, If Love Was Terrified?
