WINE AND GATES
Home Pie Versus The Flies In The Window
Penny pounced
Upon, the reasons we share, devoid
Is in our consist, sulking and the gratuity of a house
Made from the scope of season's, look, so many choices?
Pride is a door with time on its silence
Fear and antiquity, to save a meager but yet to be announced
Presence of mind, that has sensed the coming of amends
Of the good nature of calling a spare thumb in the pie, a wish in the sound
Of love and its making half, timely forces
Of worth in a loan of contribution, in the name of callous reproach
Have we seen the body of simplicity live for itself, or other's?
When all you have is the penny of purposes unknown, the climate of dissonance to host?
Wishes that come with a spare find, of what was a heart
To look among the reeds of tribulation, like a friend was poorer than you...
The rapture of estimation, to finish the meal before it, if a liberty has to alert
The breath of sublime treaty, to collect a friendship in the name of could?
Where have we seemed the instinct of total's of praise?
Is a language of sincerity to be a character invoked, for a salt to example?
Will the dread we reflect upon, become the delivery of yet another, soul to aid?
The fervency, of silence we can afford, for simply avoiding the nature of abuse, we saw in hell?
Is it us, or is this friend a loose cannon?
Satiated with the right's of spies and the milling of jealousy to fathom a known
Fear and complexity we see in life, can the voice of seclusion be all and common?
Only time will tell, if a salt in the reality of courages stare, has the intuition to come...
Upon, the reasons we share, devoid
Is in our consist, sulking and the gratuity of a house
Made from the scope of season's, look, so many choices?
Pride is a door with time on its silence
Fear and antiquity, to save a meager but yet to be announced
Presence of mind, that has sensed the coming of amends
Of the good nature of calling a spare thumb in the pie, a wish in the sound
Of love and its making half, timely forces
Of worth in a loan of contribution, in the name of callous reproach
Have we seen the body of simplicity live for itself, or other's?
When all you have is the penny of purposes unknown, the climate of dissonance to host?
Wishes that come with a spare find, of what was a heart
To look among the reeds of tribulation, like a friend was poorer than you...
The rapture of estimation, to finish the meal before it, if a liberty has to alert
The breath of sublime treaty, to collect a friendship in the name of could?
Where have we seemed the instinct of total's of praise?
Is a language of sincerity to be a character invoked, for a salt to example?
Will the dread we reflect upon, become the delivery of yet another, soul to aid?
The fervency, of silence we can afford, for simply avoiding the nature of abuse, we saw in hell?
Is it us, or is this friend a loose cannon?
Satiated with the right's of spies and the milling of jealousy to fathom a known
Fear and complexity we see in life, can the voice of seclusion be all and common?
Only time will tell, if a salt in the reality of courages stare, has the intuition to come...
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Home Pie Versus The Flies In The Window
Home Pie Versus The Flies In The Window
