WINE AND GATES

A Breath Should Include New Times Had Ever

thirst and bearing the crime
the way of turns and burns to quietly have...
the liberty of sentience in the pattern of a life
the woke of spoke to caress the wake of spake

this season of miasma is made to live in the shade
the crass to delve into the hate, of urges meant now
the requiem of voices that knew the ley of any and aids
these are the parts of the puzzle that came to your soul for how

urine and the cross of must, that claims reality from hell
together they make the boots of sollemn chances vow
in the face of courage and the mistakes of the nature of Beulah
the worst we could be is blind, to the very toe

since comparison, we have the luck of a searching child
wisdom and the mild, together to view of a combing throat
show the least to something greater, and be the fool of the vestige of the wild
perhaps floating the boat...


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A Breath Should Include New Times Had Ever

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