WINE AND GATES
Dirty Soaps And Used Rags For Youth
broken moisture
look in the mirror of semblances as they were
we delight, the sense in a can of here
but they dance off, as if we supplied the dear
dear john,
this tissue has a better look on it
slight of cause in the center of being, wrong
is my toe fateful enough for a new fit
madness and the stain it made on it
a house of unsurpassed light
that comes to the sight, like a feral twit
if your following the water, know a flower to die...
where is compassion now, a man will ask
cap of a cup, wicks of a wax
the tread of a secluded foot, by the reach of the past
are we here to drink the wine, or pass the flax?
pride in the mirror
secrets that delved the times for a torn lip
the which of the wind to keep a fame for fear
pain and prejudice in the way, of a candor of hip
thin water in the eyes of paradise
we have a tale to tell, blood is never here
part simplicity, part the character of the wise
we have cried better, like the anarchy we hear
look in the mirror of semblances as they were
we delight, the sense in a can of here
but they dance off, as if we supplied the dear
dear john,
this tissue has a better look on it
slight of cause in the center of being, wrong
is my toe fateful enough for a new fit
madness and the stain it made on it
a house of unsurpassed light
that comes to the sight, like a feral twit
if your following the water, know a flower to die...
where is compassion now, a man will ask
cap of a cup, wicks of a wax
the tread of a secluded foot, by the reach of the past
are we here to drink the wine, or pass the flax?
pride in the mirror
secrets that delved the times for a torn lip
the which of the wind to keep a fame for fear
pain and prejudice in the way, of a candor of hip
thin water in the eyes of paradise
we have a tale to tell, blood is never here
part simplicity, part the character of the wise
we have cried better, like the anarchy we hear
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Dirty Soaps And Used Rags For Youth
Dirty Soaps And Used Rags For Youth