WINE AND GATES
Life During Wartime Appears To Have Aged
corpse by corpse
the wish of a small token of reality
is but the race to a horse
the kind of sincerity we find, during a city
kisses taste a bit like lemonade
the tart end of a candle in the flow of the yard
letters and sweeter met, than the kind of pity we thought sadistic
the tooth of senility is so hard...
the rank and the file, the now with a song bird
the rash vision of misery in the knuckles of carnal likes, is to be wed
the myth of common glue to love, has a well wishing friend again, even heard
the stink of ages to garner a garden in their lips, turns out to be dead
the reach of sunlight here is astounding, the care it took to know a mar and a har
ice and the identity of compliance to a lord, is a work of nowhere
except the breath of nuance which became a livings war
why do we smell like ugly nation fares...
the toes of calamity, catastrophe from a fastidious moon
in the form of selection for the brighter stars, the heard lore of wishes
in the courages we make from the nature of commotion come too soon
just like a smile, smut like a judges, fishes
in the now is a memory to live in the game of reason
remarked and made a family, motivated beyond the rainbow of sinister lures
the pout of can and the marriage of hand, has an open mind and season
for love, and the pursuit of happiness, and if we may, the power of curiosity
the wish of a small token of reality
is but the race to a horse
the kind of sincerity we find, during a city
kisses taste a bit like lemonade
the tart end of a candle in the flow of the yard
letters and sweeter met, than the kind of pity we thought sadistic
the tooth of senility is so hard...
the rank and the file, the now with a song bird
the rash vision of misery in the knuckles of carnal likes, is to be wed
the myth of common glue to love, has a well wishing friend again, even heard
the stink of ages to garner a garden in their lips, turns out to be dead
the reach of sunlight here is astounding, the care it took to know a mar and a har
ice and the identity of compliance to a lord, is a work of nowhere
except the breath of nuance which became a livings war
why do we smell like ugly nation fares...
the toes of calamity, catastrophe from a fastidious moon
in the form of selection for the brighter stars, the heard lore of wishes
in the courages we make from the nature of commotion come too soon
just like a smile, smut like a judges, fishes
in the now is a memory to live in the game of reason
remarked and made a family, motivated beyond the rainbow of sinister lures
the pout of can and the marriage of hand, has an open mind and season
for love, and the pursuit of happiness, and if we may, the power of curiosity
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Life During Wartime Appears To Have Aged
Life During Wartime Appears To Have Aged
