WINE AND GATES

Done Like A Sword, I Know The Coward's Wry

purple found me
in a class to myself
the round a bout, selection as strange deem
the conclusion to the pall of Mary was a wealth

look upon your weirder glare at the sun
the drive of paradise to know
is an encouraged marvel in the lips of won
the wind is your ally to keep, and to sewn...

the church of terror in the east
finality to collect a kiss from the breast
of a silk in the mirror is a battle of yeast
the thought of common each, is a worthy guess

liberty
the turn of the page to know
this issue is a quiet place to seek identity
thank you, and the tooth to own

a friend showed up one day
thinking the coast is a clarity of fury
the ache of doom and the dread of falls for any
this is the can of deem that many marry

so to a wish in the wind
the lucre of a lurking monstrosity of vague essences
is but a glare of means in the kind
that we took for grace, this earth is for its chances


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Done Like A Sword, I Know The Coward`s Wry

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