WINE AND GATES
Couldn't Intuition Think Yet Semblances (Today)
my miracle
snide in the sink
with a harp of an angel
just too much to think
red wine and the ashes of a morning with you
the wife of situations adored, adorned with gaeity
adonis and the art of humour to love, who
is the church of speed with which we pray to spontanaeity
craving another
flys in the window, or spaghetti in a ball park
the crass will remember...
the juice of inclusion that made us a heart
this is the season of a head
heaven and the ares of indigency, are of course are
the liberty it took to live here, we wed
like the forms of nothing that knew the grace of heark
chins season for a night
the life of a simple tear in the meadow of gall
rigors of unction that is a waiting war, uptight
thank you, Lady Concern, this is still the more of all
light in the wishes you made
creation of a noble beauty gained for saying
the sincerity of worth to live in pain
has your future so rosey a conscience that we are here saving...
that count of causes will be fine
for we tell the waters of cool to leave a history atone
that resting dragon in the bathroom mirror, is he lying?
like the reason we found the care a home...
snide in the sink
with a harp of an angel
just too much to think
red wine and the ashes of a morning with you
the wife of situations adored, adorned with gaeity
adonis and the art of humour to love, who
is the church of speed with which we pray to spontanaeity
craving another
flys in the window, or spaghetti in a ball park
the crass will remember...
the juice of inclusion that made us a heart
this is the season of a head
heaven and the ares of indigency, are of course are
the liberty it took to live here, we wed
like the forms of nothing that knew the grace of heark
chins season for a night
the life of a simple tear in the meadow of gall
rigors of unction that is a waiting war, uptight
thank you, Lady Concern, this is still the more of all
light in the wishes you made
creation of a noble beauty gained for saying
the sincerity of worth to live in pain
has your future so rosey a conscience that we are here saving...
that count of causes will be fine
for we tell the waters of cool to leave a history atone
that resting dragon in the bathroom mirror, is he lying?
like the reason we found the care a home...
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Couldn`t Intuition Think Yet Semblances (Today)
Couldn`t Intuition Think Yet Semblances (Today)