WINE AND GATES

sunny remarks to a dead idea

still the same
simple form to my kiss
the head of another game
the reach of solutions to consider this

as so is the world
alive , with here of symbols and gifts
the choice is in the passage of an early...
the power of sturdier nows stinks

dreams and acid, the love of violence
has collided whole , with the simple love of nuance
we are but sincere needs, looking for a chance
that comes with but a second to know the blend

where are our stars
to think with a bent eye, the road to temperance
was temporary, a gift of wars
the thread of substance we know is a deafening chant

the turn of nightmares into hair
with but a burden of lip, we seek to have
the role of now in our first of many, liar
that saw the riches on the left side of the gave

a heart for it all
naieve to the bone
is like a judgment of a wall
here we sate, the nature of since the gone...


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