WINE AND GATES
Bananas For Themselves In Tombs...
beaches with beiges
reaches with rouge
beseeches with prayers
eaches with hate to lose
the clock was fast
the road in the gray, we sure wish it calm
penny found, the turn to has
the purchase of pride for a liberty, song
the total of courage in the light, mirrors on naked truth
the ashes of surreal import, to question
are you a had lip, the kind of thing one suggests a tooth
the courtesy of candor is a requiem for a garden's blessing
soap in love, the skin of hap
hope in survival, the damned stink
saint in guile, the peculiar cap
pain in while, the promise of pink
a flower on the sides of messages to girded lions
the state of conscience, a loin for the paradise we fortold
these days ... those panics of trying
a new one to hold...
are they the times as we are a changing
the lock of surprise for the image of answers at the gate
the now, the soft eyes of worth to know , praying
for the kind of thing we knew, for a futures sate...
reaches with rouge
beseeches with prayers
eaches with hate to lose
the clock was fast
the road in the gray, we sure wish it calm
penny found, the turn to has
the purchase of pride for a liberty, song
the total of courage in the light, mirrors on naked truth
the ashes of surreal import, to question
are you a had lip, the kind of thing one suggests a tooth
the courtesy of candor is a requiem for a garden's blessing
soap in love, the skin of hap
hope in survival, the damned stink
saint in guile, the peculiar cap
pain in while, the promise of pink
a flower on the sides of messages to girded lions
the state of conscience, a loin for the paradise we fortold
these days ... those panics of trying
a new one to hold...
are they the times as we are a changing
the lock of surprise for the image of answers at the gate
the now, the soft eyes of worth to know , praying
for the kind of thing we knew, for a futures sate...
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Bananas For Themselves In Tombs...
Bananas For Themselves In Tombs...
