WINE AND GATES
Tradition Asks Form Etc. Tomorrow Angers
tart to enter
a day with murder
anywhere on the lawn, a Jerusalem
that reminds the heard
the terror of animated conversations
with the leavings of a night with aspirations...
the role of cunning and the hunting of sign's
pretty baby, where is your nose if we took....
the language of morsels of the wind
queer or void to candors choir
the turn of bread into bacon costs a skin
we remember the angels door...
with a meager smile, the door is only a washed eye
the anarchy involved, is sweet a bird at prayer...
the think of neither in the way, we still swine
just a thought, to the hip of a cherub
a day with murder
anywhere on the lawn, a Jerusalem
that reminds the heard
the terror of animated conversations
with the leavings of a night with aspirations...
the role of cunning and the hunting of sign's
pretty baby, where is your nose if we took....
the language of morsels of the wind
queer or void to candors choir
the turn of bread into bacon costs a skin
we remember the angels door...
with a meager smile, the door is only a washed eye
the anarchy involved, is sweet a bird at prayer...
the think of neither in the way, we still swine
just a thought, to the hip of a cherub
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Tradition Asks Form Etc. Tomorrow Angers
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