WINE AND GATES
Red Rumage, With No Excuse Accept To Imagine...
Lives to tell...
Myriad soon, and the cool irony
Of a wish in ways, we adjust to hell?
Given such a plea, an order of impunity...
Is a friend to turn the truth?
Into an all searching eye, the tout of another so
Soul, in the guards and query's of youth
Can a whole decision, the full intuition to add, a kindred's hold?
Look hard and fast, a voice with memory's to implore
Through the skip of demand, we tell the earn
Of pleasance for fruits of instinct, in the voice of sore iota
The place of our hearts desire, has the voice of seasons to burn...
Chance and delivery of a knowing form...
Still at the threshold of sincerity, a simpler plea
To wonder in no certain terms, the very idea to a norm
Is a loan we know can, the eyes and interim of me...
Bitter buoyancy, vices in a run long enough to win dread
Salient choices, time is a borrowed care, with one more sin?
Should a hair of decency, a promise, become what we find urgent and ahead?
Long introductions and skills to serve the very ideas, we already know, lend...
Lend me a tired eye, with time to beautify a care
Succinct guidance to limits we establish, are a homage to uniqueness
And the tell-tale with of a notorious change, of simplicity into dreams, only fair
The stoic stead we make a day's liberty, for when we stay to rights risen, the guest...
Myriad soon, and the cool irony
Of a wish in ways, we adjust to hell?
Given such a plea, an order of impunity...
Is a friend to turn the truth?
Into an all searching eye, the tout of another so
Soul, in the guards and query's of youth
Can a whole decision, the full intuition to add, a kindred's hold?
Look hard and fast, a voice with memory's to implore
Through the skip of demand, we tell the earn
Of pleasance for fruits of instinct, in the voice of sore iota
The place of our hearts desire, has the voice of seasons to burn...
Chance and delivery of a knowing form...
Still at the threshold of sincerity, a simpler plea
To wonder in no certain terms, the very idea to a norm
Is a loan we know can, the eyes and interim of me...
Bitter buoyancy, vices in a run long enough to win dread
Salient choices, time is a borrowed care, with one more sin?
Should a hair of decency, a promise, become what we find urgent and ahead?
Long introductions and skills to serve the very ideas, we already know, lend...
Lend me a tired eye, with time to beautify a care
Succinct guidance to limits we establish, are a homage to uniqueness
And the tell-tale with of a notorious change, of simplicity into dreams, only fair
The stoic stead we make a day's liberty, for when we stay to rights risen, the guest...
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Red Rumage, With No Excuse Accept To Imagine...
Red Rumage, With No Excuse Accept To Imagine...