WINE AND GATES
A Prophet With A Toe In The Can...
pale or obvious
a gross need for love
has seen the bite on my shoulder, dust
that bespeaks the readiness of a soul that does
when the wind proved you were the dragon to marry
the world offered pepper, to a novice throat
sneeze and meet the lands berry
her face is looking at you through glass, that once owed
when the land proved yoou a thing of popular pressure
the world offered a golden tooth
made to order for a smell in love with your, well, cure
for an agonizing rhythm of the nature of youth
when the wind proved you to be a sting of conscience
these things of correction's mouth, said the damnest thing
this little mark on the chin and nose provides a drama for prescience
as we would ,stupid, is the will to see to a nearly everything
a star will provide in your latter days
the wound of ask is always the least of worries, to a craven mind
where are you in love, with the symbols and eschelons of aids
that come for love in its way of days, that gave you the reason to time?
now is the time to know a fool
for the reach of many his or her way amid cruder thoughts
we are not here to be the measure of sustain that is a tool
but a liberator of could, the shine of mercy to those that not
a gross need for love
has seen the bite on my shoulder, dust
that bespeaks the readiness of a soul that does
when the wind proved you were the dragon to marry
the world offered pepper, to a novice throat
sneeze and meet the lands berry
her face is looking at you through glass, that once owed
when the land proved yoou a thing of popular pressure
the world offered a golden tooth
made to order for a smell in love with your, well, cure
for an agonizing rhythm of the nature of youth
when the wind proved you to be a sting of conscience
these things of correction's mouth, said the damnest thing
this little mark on the chin and nose provides a drama for prescience
as we would ,stupid, is the will to see to a nearly everything
a star will provide in your latter days
the wound of ask is always the least of worries, to a craven mind
where are you in love, with the symbols and eschelons of aids
that come for love in its way of days, that gave you the reason to time?
now is the time to know a fool
for the reach of many his or her way amid cruder thoughts
we are not here to be the measure of sustain that is a tool
but a liberator of could, the shine of mercy to those that not
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A Prophet With A Toe In The Can...
A Prophet With A Toe In The Can...
