WINE AND GATES
Same Half Of Windy Eggs Remembered?
yet yesterdays yawn
the pity of guilt that makes milk
is here with a said thing of haunts
are we on our way to the avenue of silk?
shoes and champagne to mete
the language of misery on the kiss of a nerve
is yours, for appetites like liberty in the wheat
we are all a stead of causes to serve
bread to demon ... dread to bitumin
thirsty had ... her stay with they'd
accusation fore ... facts on higher
levity's salt ... saving lore
in the head of a simple mind
the walk of searching for the act of candor
is a history to live greater than and and a rhyme
just like a tall story for a meeting of wandering cancer
like a tree that found the way to chastity
we tell the truth to vision and the constitution that has a merit
they like the waiting wind to be just so, a charity
that said the catch of wry for a similar whit
could avarice such the can't of knowing pace?
with a worms humour and the here of sincerity, there is a cause
that has the lucre of some and the act of prettier place
was our face liberal enough to know the turn of reason to pause?
the pity of guilt that makes milk
is here with a said thing of haunts
are we on our way to the avenue of silk?
shoes and champagne to mete
the language of misery on the kiss of a nerve
is yours, for appetites like liberty in the wheat
we are all a stead of causes to serve
bread to demon ... dread to bitumin
thirsty had ... her stay with they'd
accusation fore ... facts on higher
levity's salt ... saving lore
in the head of a simple mind
the walk of searching for the act of candor
is a history to live greater than and and a rhyme
just like a tall story for a meeting of wandering cancer
like a tree that found the way to chastity
we tell the truth to vision and the constitution that has a merit
they like the waiting wind to be just so, a charity
that said the catch of wry for a similar whit
could avarice such the can't of knowing pace?
with a worms humour and the here of sincerity, there is a cause
that has the lucre of some and the act of prettier place
was our face liberal enough to know the turn of reason to pause?
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Same Half Of Windy Eggs Remembered?
Same Half Of Windy Eggs Remembered?
