WINE AND GATES
Instinctual Bliss (Will Time Share Care)?
Tasks in taste
Sweltering heat, implied cold for us
Seldom and with, a far reaching haste
Sparse and demanding, the toil of another keep, thus...
Rather, in avid seclusion?
Wishing the marvel of causes, to otherwise...
A satisfaction of this, and the merit in that, your intuition
Is a heeding gift for gaiety, to excuse and or exchange the spice?
Born to hunger, sensitive to livid, cope
Taken with the levity in a range of voice...?
Taller they come, the smaller the first, soap
And the herb, the truth in a semblances choice...
Till we remember the tart, with a caring hour, totals?
Of courage of a yet to be named question
Oughting health and the stare of when shall realizes will's
The wavering here and how, is an answer with tradition as a blessing?
Scent of a reason, a whole guarantee of imagination
True to awkward and justifiable each, the tows of common patience
Having come upon asking's table, with proper sulking, the irony and the inclination...
Known for out, the cares we take to admire silence of a part, for adding conscience?
Quite the repast...
Enamored in the eye of provision, that has the politeness to elucidate?
A role of being sense and a season of couth, here to typify a promises same, to last?
Until tomorrow in habit or aspect retained, is it a shadow of tradition, us to atone fate?
Sweltering heat, implied cold for us
Seldom and with, a far reaching haste
Sparse and demanding, the toil of another keep, thus...
Rather, in avid seclusion?
Wishing the marvel of causes, to otherwise...
A satisfaction of this, and the merit in that, your intuition
Is a heeding gift for gaiety, to excuse and or exchange the spice?
Born to hunger, sensitive to livid, cope
Taken with the levity in a range of voice...?
Taller they come, the smaller the first, soap
And the herb, the truth in a semblances choice...
Till we remember the tart, with a caring hour, totals?
Of courage of a yet to be named question
Oughting health and the stare of when shall realizes will's
The wavering here and how, is an answer with tradition as a blessing?
Scent of a reason, a whole guarantee of imagination
True to awkward and justifiable each, the tows of common patience
Having come upon asking's table, with proper sulking, the irony and the inclination...
Known for out, the cares we take to admire silence of a part, for adding conscience?
Quite the repast...
Enamored in the eye of provision, that has the politeness to elucidate?
A role of being sense and a season of couth, here to typify a promises same, to last?
Until tomorrow in habit or aspect retained, is it a shadow of tradition, us to atone fate?
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Instinctual Bliss (Will Time Share Care)?
Instinctual Bliss (Will Time Share Care)?
