WINE AND GATES
Reading May Casually Cancer (Aborted Landing)
skirt
in applesauce we have a touchdown
the liberty to confront, by the other side of the earth
grease, and the aria of a drowning music, by the round
where has a lucky penny gone?
right to the store to buy the latest, skin
clones and the phone in the eaves, so wrong
with a terrified sweet tooth, we make new kinds of kin
the anger of the dogs of the war, found in the reach
of mete to see, the key of nourishment hanging proud
a door in the past made to live well, for the milk of human each
does this mean they have the next of kin for a grave, eating dirt is how
like a bravery to dwell on the rancid meat of a heard...
the right side of nothing is more than we can cope
who is the bastard, who made the world his own for a certain...
taste of cowardice and the make of a new call of hope
extreme or no, the truth in a vestige of mires
is to be a lucrid sanity on its way to final aplomb
prove to us the cant of needs in the way they were, the logic of sires
does this moment mean the strange, like we felt the bomb...
in applesauce we have a touchdown
the liberty to confront, by the other side of the earth
grease, and the aria of a drowning music, by the round
where has a lucky penny gone?
right to the store to buy the latest, skin
clones and the phone in the eaves, so wrong
with a terrified sweet tooth, we make new kinds of kin
the anger of the dogs of the war, found in the reach
of mete to see, the key of nourishment hanging proud
a door in the past made to live well, for the milk of human each
does this mean they have the next of kin for a grave, eating dirt is how
like a bravery to dwell on the rancid meat of a heard...
the right side of nothing is more than we can cope
who is the bastard, who made the world his own for a certain...
taste of cowardice and the make of a new call of hope
extreme or no, the truth in a vestige of mires
is to be a lucrid sanity on its way to final aplomb
prove to us the cant of needs in the way they were, the logic of sires
does this moment mean the strange, like we felt the bomb...
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Reading May Casually Cancer (Aborted Landing)
Reading May Casually Cancer (Aborted Landing)
