WINE AND GATES
milk stains the mouth with quaintness
frog that said box
the road of tippy men, drunk to a point
that lucky worth is a meaner knocks
of the importance of an imagination to live well at a joy
the stars themselves agree
to a point
the history of love has a savage knee
think but the roost of a bird that lived for the rhythm of a sorts
the trace fell of an opus of wards
the quickened pride of succor to come with a mirth
the ache of sublime towardness to know the each of hearts, as we arduosly...
the tickle of a bone that has the nuance of the earth
what did the woman forget?
the way to faster heraldry
we just got let...
the image of a new singularity
or, was that a swallow of need
the aping of regular passivity in the way of a tongue
we are all briars and berries of a lucre heard for heed
perhaps the sting of simplicity is quite the vantage of a question hung...
the road of tippy men, drunk to a point
that lucky worth is a meaner knocks
of the importance of an imagination to live well at a joy
the stars themselves agree
to a point
the history of love has a savage knee
think but the roost of a bird that lived for the rhythm of a sorts
the trace fell of an opus of wards
the quickened pride of succor to come with a mirth
the ache of sublime towardness to know the each of hearts, as we arduosly...
the tickle of a bone that has the nuance of the earth
what did the woman forget?
the way to faster heraldry
we just got let...
the image of a new singularity
or, was that a swallow of need
the aping of regular passivity in the way of a tongue
we are all briars and berries of a lucre heard for heed
perhaps the sting of simplicity is quite the vantage of a question hung...
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milk stains the mouth with quaintness
milk stains the mouth with quaintness
