WINE AND GATES

Been Somewhere Besides Here...

Native causes
With realm to its breath
Exacting the light, of worthier odds
Simplicity to acquire a new let...

Endure the name of cope, the rue and the risk we see
Is seldom a native call, to accept the need?
Spoil and history among the neglect, an accounting be
Of sincerity to further the renown, and the our of blown minds, heed

Spaces and guards
Patience and hither, the toil
Of a where in for we select a more, to enliven arduous
Many, and potential we welcome, to a table like a coil

A merit and sort's, the nature of friendship
Made to see, the lowly winds of change
Taken to a real enough and shrewd power, if invitation and lip
Of a new fervor, we see in the way of kinds, however strange...

The truth is in a heart decided, by the wishes we saved
And toward us, a sake of contention known only better
Than a lip has a right to be, the wisdom of courage in same, we have
A richness of dismay that is, the tow of finality in cause, to the letter


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Been Somewhere Besides Here...

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