WINE AND GATES
Become The Turn Of Smoke To Tell A Friend...
tree
where is your route if I pride in your fruit?
this acceptance of gimme, nowadays and brief
is a conscience laid bare, to the bitterest suit
is champagne a silly knee when you smile?
does chocolate think you a careful drama of the sunshine's wine?
can an adroit bird satisfy's your whim to sense guile?
should a shadow prosper in your time, like the just of kind?
since still, the will to kill has become a reason in your nose
the thrill of gains and reigns of poignant sames, are a thunderous rely
on the cull of vertigo in the twist and turn of misery to lose
cancer on your lip, is sovereign to sweet, though we kiss in denial
were you my first lover?
sweet as i may be, the tone of voice of candor is a ready wish
wished upon indeed is a star, that much we tell crimson and clover
but in the end, do you lead my soul to furies of the sea, or to insist
by the time, i have to go ... to sleep
in my heart, you are the nuance of a kind, a sigh, and an idea
that has water for more, and would to seek
this is the truth of my mouth, which has a notion to be free
epitaph to a war of the right side of the land
here was a window on time to deliver the sense of a common spirit
kiss and or find the dole of without the spectre of a hand
taken from its youth with a salt to need the regret of a faces limit
round about midnight, the wish of the tree came true
here is a man to give the life of a simple presence of good
that knew the oblivion of sanity that came for a leaf and its due
yours are now the better, for out the care of wood
where is your route if I pride in your fruit?
this acceptance of gimme, nowadays and brief
is a conscience laid bare, to the bitterest suit
is champagne a silly knee when you smile?
does chocolate think you a careful drama of the sunshine's wine?
can an adroit bird satisfy's your whim to sense guile?
should a shadow prosper in your time, like the just of kind?
since still, the will to kill has become a reason in your nose
the thrill of gains and reigns of poignant sames, are a thunderous rely
on the cull of vertigo in the twist and turn of misery to lose
cancer on your lip, is sovereign to sweet, though we kiss in denial
were you my first lover?
sweet as i may be, the tone of voice of candor is a ready wish
wished upon indeed is a star, that much we tell crimson and clover
but in the end, do you lead my soul to furies of the sea, or to insist
by the time, i have to go ... to sleep
in my heart, you are the nuance of a kind, a sigh, and an idea
that has water for more, and would to seek
this is the truth of my mouth, which has a notion to be free
epitaph to a war of the right side of the land
here was a window on time to deliver the sense of a common spirit
kiss and or find the dole of without the spectre of a hand
taken from its youth with a salt to need the regret of a faces limit
round about midnight, the wish of the tree came true
here is a man to give the life of a simple presence of good
that knew the oblivion of sanity that came for a leaf and its due
yours are now the better, for out the care of wood
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Become The Turn Of Smoke To Tell A Friend...
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