WINE AND GATES

pony up to the table, its ready

thom without
david within
john has a snout
james was hidden

to the reason of dawn that pulled my hair
we are the any in your corner of the world
the reach for each that has youth to speak, as we care
shouldn't be the sachrifice of another sensation of a curl

think me a reprobate
think me a sassy infidel
think me a creep to hate
but the liberty you seek is nothing as a bell

look without
seek within
continue as a snout
rememeber was hidden

you have the answer
your mind is more than you make of it
if likes ever come to these for a little now and essence
nourishment for the soul is like this, suddenly, the world has had it




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