WINE AND GATES
woke up with a halo (dissuasion)
told a friend...
the chew in the wind
may it find you, and not offend
the kind of thing one find's, again
darting between clouds one day
my name came up about the watch of the day
who is 'dreamanger' and its continental say
this spit in the pot, is likely a clay
mysterious thought i
the role of subtle and supple fingers and a hat of heat
must be a courage, i intoned, for why
they's agree, friends spend the money if it
the next day, it rained and rained
my silly notion to swallow the tact of a dream
became the bounce and stare of trying parts, wax and waned
this seems to be something to eat, that identify's the milk from the cream
wet and smelling like a skunk
i smiled at the tradition i had found
i swallowed and not, taking a hex for junk
i remembered the better part of a how
then it occurred to me
what if i fall asleep in the shadows
tis' the regret of surmiseal that i know this we
tis' the reaction of survival that comes and goes
my heart pounded, my name began to wonder
was not a wish my final kiss for the day
the thought of riches of the spirit to plunder
had left their mark with me, i let them stay
passion was the first to kiss, the kind of thing that has a way with enigma
reality came next, with a gift that said i am th reason of yore
seclusion then saw to my lip, the right of essences that collect a dilemna
perhaps finally came, the reach of another sanity in view of the lore
bent on history
been a golden source
my name appeared to be an epistlery
that could with the arrangement of souls, or worse
the chew in the wind
may it find you, and not offend
the kind of thing one find's, again
darting between clouds one day
my name came up about the watch of the day
who is 'dreamanger' and its continental say
this spit in the pot, is likely a clay
mysterious thought i
the role of subtle and supple fingers and a hat of heat
must be a courage, i intoned, for why
they's agree, friends spend the money if it
the next day, it rained and rained
my silly notion to swallow the tact of a dream
became the bounce and stare of trying parts, wax and waned
this seems to be something to eat, that identify's the milk from the cream
wet and smelling like a skunk
i smiled at the tradition i had found
i swallowed and not, taking a hex for junk
i remembered the better part of a how
then it occurred to me
what if i fall asleep in the shadows
tis' the regret of surmiseal that i know this we
tis' the reaction of survival that comes and goes
my heart pounded, my name began to wonder
was not a wish my final kiss for the day
the thought of riches of the spirit to plunder
had left their mark with me, i let them stay
passion was the first to kiss, the kind of thing that has a way with enigma
reality came next, with a gift that said i am th reason of yore
seclusion then saw to my lip, the right of essences that collect a dilemna
perhaps finally came, the reach of another sanity in view of the lore
bent on history
been a golden source
my name appeared to be an epistlery
that could with the arrangement of souls, or worse
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woke up with a halo (dissuasion)
woke up with a halo (dissuasion)
