WINE AND GATES
Weighing Soap Versus A Truth's Shadow, Saving Wisdom
Almost there
Aged composure amid a shrewd comprisal
Looking for out, the irony we bespoke care
With the lips of ordeal, but a mouth to acquire hell
The irony of purchase, of another friends pride
To such a sense of asunder, the coming and going sound
Of a quiet lore in the forward way we seldom snide
If but an instinct of suggestion, why is a promise such, and found?
Remorse at a shallow speed
Thought the better of elucidate, the indigency
Of guests, if not ghosts of a chance, come to a table to eat
The ruse of expect, and doting the catch of light on the tow, intendancy
Lucky, comes the reply of vindication's change in the name of a season
Merit one more such, the pining we find for a rued
And expedited course of correction, the beck and call of reasons
Worth the spite of domain and its gain, the credence we assume is good?
Sound a bit like an indecency in motion, if not the excuse of propriety?
Will confounded images and tutelage of a call in avarice, be the sour reply to ages?
As shrewd days go by, was the humanity of us, the best yet of anxiety?
With the spare might of complexity begin here, when the world has come to what it faces?
When a sophistication has a liberty to move...
The compassion of austerity is found with the grace to exact the kindred we foretold...
Are a satisfaction of persuasion and heat, that has succor to love...
The conscience we commit, to an embarrassed bar of soap...
Aged composure amid a shrewd comprisal
Looking for out, the irony we bespoke care
With the lips of ordeal, but a mouth to acquire hell
The irony of purchase, of another friends pride
To such a sense of asunder, the coming and going sound
Of a quiet lore in the forward way we seldom snide
If but an instinct of suggestion, why is a promise such, and found?
Remorse at a shallow speed
Thought the better of elucidate, the indigency
Of guests, if not ghosts of a chance, come to a table to eat
The ruse of expect, and doting the catch of light on the tow, intendancy
Lucky, comes the reply of vindication's change in the name of a season
Merit one more such, the pining we find for a rued
And expedited course of correction, the beck and call of reasons
Worth the spite of domain and its gain, the credence we assume is good?
Sound a bit like an indecency in motion, if not the excuse of propriety?
Will confounded images and tutelage of a call in avarice, be the sour reply to ages?
As shrewd days go by, was the humanity of us, the best yet of anxiety?
With the spare might of complexity begin here, when the world has come to what it faces?
When a sophistication has a liberty to move...
The compassion of austerity is found with the grace to exact the kindred we foretold...
Are a satisfaction of persuasion and heat, that has succor to love...
The conscience we commit, to an embarrassed bar of soap...
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Weighing Soap Versus A Truth`s Shadow, Saving Wisdom
Weighing Soap Versus A Truth`s Shadow, Saving Wisdom
