WINE AND GATES
Done, Absolved, Animosity And Thinking, You Will...
Implied for a night...
Tomorrow is our first, everything?
Stilled time, the curiosity we might
In the naked feeling's for which, waited and wanting?
A night of cease and assist
The tale of simplicity to confirm, ourselves
Truth in a long run, home, too much hate to list...?
The total of composure in a final rhyme, with neighbor's...
Brass and cold steel
The courage's of worthier conscience, common thought's
Of clash and ask, the shrewdness of a woman, is a living to heal?
The nerve of succor we never knew, except the sight of wonder?
For a father to tell the tale, of estrangement and cope
The taste of need and its fearful senses, let with a rolling hence
We are the superiority, of a fortuitive gift, from the bared hope
Of act's and paces we need, like a harrowing has the imagination of angel's...
A tickle in the scope of a new day?
Reality for a nod, to turn true in the space of each and fate?
Places of wishes we neglect, in the mired after, shown to be a heart to say?
Ready horses at the door, and a moon made from the blind, we've stirred in sate...
Racing there and back, till the watch of unity is a calmed
Ever in the said, the side and the sadness of a comparison of rage
In the speed of all things made for family, the whence in our beleagured same
Is a shadow of real enough tiding's of pain, the only face to welcome in time, stranger?
Who one?
Even the name of a chastity in the momentum of witnesses, is made to tell...
The confirmation of wind, stone and waters of complexity, is kept with all and certainty, on
The behalf of an edge of sincerity that see's your order's of when, are but a taste of hell?
One who?
Mere to dear, the are's and far away sigh's of possibility
Is a right to season and many, of love itself, a courage to show you
The righteous pale and savior of yearning, that has the conscience of another, liberty
Tomorrow is our first, everything?
Stilled time, the curiosity we might
In the naked feeling's for which, waited and wanting?
A night of cease and assist
The tale of simplicity to confirm, ourselves
Truth in a long run, home, too much hate to list...?
The total of composure in a final rhyme, with neighbor's...
Brass and cold steel
The courage's of worthier conscience, common thought's
Of clash and ask, the shrewdness of a woman, is a living to heal?
The nerve of succor we never knew, except the sight of wonder?
For a father to tell the tale, of estrangement and cope
The taste of need and its fearful senses, let with a rolling hence
We are the superiority, of a fortuitive gift, from the bared hope
Of act's and paces we need, like a harrowing has the imagination of angel's...
A tickle in the scope of a new day?
Reality for a nod, to turn true in the space of each and fate?
Places of wishes we neglect, in the mired after, shown to be a heart to say?
Ready horses at the door, and a moon made from the blind, we've stirred in sate...
Racing there and back, till the watch of unity is a calmed
Ever in the said, the side and the sadness of a comparison of rage
In the speed of all things made for family, the whence in our beleagured same
Is a shadow of real enough tiding's of pain, the only face to welcome in time, stranger?
Who one?
Even the name of a chastity in the momentum of witnesses, is made to tell...
The confirmation of wind, stone and waters of complexity, is kept with all and certainty, on
The behalf of an edge of sincerity that see's your order's of when, are but a taste of hell?
One who?
Mere to dear, the are's and far away sigh's of possibility
Is a right to season and many, of love itself, a courage to show you
The righteous pale and savior of yearning, that has the conscience of another, liberty
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Done, Absolved, Animosity And Thinking, You Will...
Done, Absolved, Animosity And Thinking, You Will...
