WINE AND GATES
Carrying A Cause To Uncertain Silence, Dates
Bowl of cream
Set in the window, to warm in the sun
Senses of motive, and the till we seem
Curiosity was such a breath between us and them
Senses we never avoid...
Flowers in the heat, saving a grace for ours
Meant and seldom selected, for a round eye of choice
That has the purpose of a candor, in a reach of attention of oughting powers
Senses we never dance with?
Promises and character in fewer chances
Than a boding has a right for, like a timely is...
The pain of a coping held to belief, we think adds thorough reasons
Truth be told, and the veracity of a pride to fold
The carriage and mar, the cloth of sincerity
We find is such a delicate muse, as if a dole has a soul
Made from the stoic service, we ideal as a craving for deeds won, deeds worthy
Dead?
And hindrance to find the fate of another...
Peculiar as a work of compassion is, we think ahead
Is a politeness in love, with the rationale to bother?
Looking pretty alive?
And the destiny of burden in the name of dread
And the cool alleviation of courage, from the table of a scent of rivalry
That has a decorum in mind for us, a patience of hap, that is our sensitivity instead...
Set in the window, to warm in the sun
Senses of motive, and the till we seem
Curiosity was such a breath between us and them
Senses we never avoid...
Flowers in the heat, saving a grace for ours
Meant and seldom selected, for a round eye of choice
That has the purpose of a candor, in a reach of attention of oughting powers
Senses we never dance with?
Promises and character in fewer chances
Than a boding has a right for, like a timely is...
The pain of a coping held to belief, we think adds thorough reasons
Truth be told, and the veracity of a pride to fold
The carriage and mar, the cloth of sincerity
We find is such a delicate muse, as if a dole has a soul
Made from the stoic service, we ideal as a craving for deeds won, deeds worthy
Dead?
And hindrance to find the fate of another...
Peculiar as a work of compassion is, we think ahead
Is a politeness in love, with the rationale to bother?
Looking pretty alive?
And the destiny of burden in the name of dread
And the cool alleviation of courage, from the table of a scent of rivalry
That has a decorum in mind for us, a patience of hap, that is our sensitivity instead...
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Carrying A Cause To Uncertain Silence, Dates
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