WINE AND GATES
Kisses (For Your Information) Naps (Spy's In Love Kept...)
Somewhere the night...
Takes the time, to remember the haunt
Of a pair of callous seasons, we find in the right
To tell the world to wonder, with the eyes of moment's
Pain, pressure and perchance
The time to take, to talk to a stranger home
And its significance in the schemes of driven, instance
Well to do or done with worlds, the irony of any who would come...
Painterly music, passionate poetry, and a patient man
Set high in the signs, the delve of silent attrition?
To be the curse of our hands and feet, futures well worth their plan's...
And hosts mercy, are the people of candor and attention?
To save a dance for the reaching morn...?
So sweetly waited, and hap to understand the tick of a clock
Waiting on the talk to end, where there is a joyous sense, for our norms
Sense sated and willing burden's we came for, the rise of revelation's, is to never mock?
A few words more, and the realm of dissuasion has seen the ordeal of a new friend
Paced with autonomy and its hip, the sharing of distress until firsts make due
The austerity we stop and imagine, is a seemly force, that has its origins
In the chastity we found, liberal light of sudden suggestion and its mere, a curious clue...
Takes the time, to remember the haunt
Of a pair of callous seasons, we find in the right
To tell the world to wonder, with the eyes of moment's
Pain, pressure and perchance
The time to take, to talk to a stranger home
And its significance in the schemes of driven, instance
Well to do or done with worlds, the irony of any who would come...
Painterly music, passionate poetry, and a patient man
Set high in the signs, the delve of silent attrition?
To be the curse of our hands and feet, futures well worth their plan's...
And hosts mercy, are the people of candor and attention?
To save a dance for the reaching morn...?
So sweetly waited, and hap to understand the tick of a clock
Waiting on the talk to end, where there is a joyous sense, for our norms
Sense sated and willing burden's we came for, the rise of revelation's, is to never mock?
A few words more, and the realm of dissuasion has seen the ordeal of a new friend
Paced with autonomy and its hip, the sharing of distress until firsts make due
The austerity we stop and imagine, is a seemly force, that has its origins
In the chastity we found, liberal light of sudden suggestion and its mere, a curious clue...
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Kisses (For Your Information) Naps (Spy`s In Love Kept...)
Kisses (For Your Information) Naps (Spy`s In Love Kept...)
