WINE AND GATES
Would A Present And Accounted Forth, Nothing?
Distressed, to deliver the news...?
A dance with exception and the marvel we enthuse?
In a liberated doorway, another angel to kiss with who's
The decision of realization with a bright mind to lose...?
A cough of sincerity, in the mists of meaning of a day
Rued with the claim of vice, today is a relationship in the might
Of a rolling thunder and its imagined lightning, wishes in the way...
Save such a friend, from the plausibility we add, is a reach for right?
Right about the land, and making all the difference
Would a salty expression of justice, know a better care?
Sour old simplicity on the tip of the tongue, a hair of existence
Sweet and turning frankly, the wind to our attention as if where...
Many other-wise and keeping a flame
That has a legend of superiority to a treatise, a tongue of utmost
The sought and the comparative now, of ability in gift's and same
We are the privilege of wonder, with a holiday of when we are the host...
Birthday's?
So many more than clued or clever, the walk of human reality
Has a concern to its change, if not chance in season's and said...
The talk of a nourished mind, worth the presence of it, to suppose a world has feeling's
For us
The times are an everchanging rise and fall of what was admittance
Of a cool liberation if not generation of what will be our silences inclusion
Of paradise in a spare wish, we made for you, a creation of ourselves and yearned for wisdom...
A dance with exception and the marvel we enthuse?
In a liberated doorway, another angel to kiss with who's
The decision of realization with a bright mind to lose...?
A cough of sincerity, in the mists of meaning of a day
Rued with the claim of vice, today is a relationship in the might
Of a rolling thunder and its imagined lightning, wishes in the way...
Save such a friend, from the plausibility we add, is a reach for right?
Right about the land, and making all the difference
Would a salty expression of justice, know a better care?
Sour old simplicity on the tip of the tongue, a hair of existence
Sweet and turning frankly, the wind to our attention as if where...
Many other-wise and keeping a flame
That has a legend of superiority to a treatise, a tongue of utmost
The sought and the comparative now, of ability in gift's and same
We are the privilege of wonder, with a holiday of when we are the host...
Birthday's?
So many more than clued or clever, the walk of human reality
Has a concern to its change, if not chance in season's and said...
The talk of a nourished mind, worth the presence of it, to suppose a world has feeling's
For us
The times are an everchanging rise and fall of what was admittance
Of a cool liberation if not generation of what will be our silences inclusion
Of paradise in a spare wish, we made for you, a creation of ourselves and yearned for wisdom...
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Would A Present And Accounted Forth, Nothing?
Would A Present And Accounted Forth, Nothing?
