WINE AND GATES

Shetland Tourist Association Took It Corpulance

sit
as we worth, the charged conversation
is a mightier build of a city
the lack or the lank, we know the kindred

of a metal man
irony in the rue of streets and the ache of bricks
we stood, defying the play of shadows that ate can
the future in fury to knead the stillness of the world, if we thinks

running along the lanes
singing to bird and animals of a further idea alike
the stain of any his role in the shame, of a stirring many
is the call for decency, that makes us a skilled sight

finally finding a home, the truth in a derelict house
the stipend of culture in the doorway, to these we see a hunt
of courages for a single mouse, the route of doesn't
the luck of a land make its own heed, and the ashes of a countryman

teeth and tooth, the vestige of summation
we shine them like a herald is, the knocking in the curse
them and the are of arts time, to live in the pining of skin
these portions, this care, is a hurt eye to worsen

in the end, we told hall
to the notion of heroes and the victim under the lights of oppurtunity
the passion it took to vehemently, pinch and wall
the crass shall have their persuasion, toe by though, the need of the neighborhood...


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