WINE AND GATES
Jude Foam To Life Their Fireworks (crayons)
pretty plusses and minuses
on the pageantry, on the plain
playing with a terror, gets you sinuses
sugar and mud makes a perfect Jane
the very thought of supple ivory more eyes
and the back hand of subtle choices on the chaffing paper
the tooth of supply, known for suggested worries
has a joy for you, the care of a step, with patience's heard
tis the season of the wisdom, of contrary feel and peel
the taste of honor is swift and clean, to a point
the act of hurry in the hunger, a ride with one to heal
this old attraction of sweet tooth, is a habit formed in coy...
the torrid truth, we are the can in the sand
pine for the image of both, the beauty and the bubbles
that quickly know the better form of a hand
this tart, and this faux box is a lover...
the picnic at the end, where the flowers are arranged around you
is made to order, the naked lips of wishes and the fishes that come
the hardship of orange juice, and the corn of burdens in the dew
are all yours, like the waters that come when you are one, dumb
hotel new York, the truth in the punch
the labors of a label, have been a compromised tissue on the farm
the terror you expect, is a sour tooth in the hunch
that has no where to go, but for you pardner...
on the pageantry, on the plain
playing with a terror, gets you sinuses
sugar and mud makes a perfect Jane
the very thought of supple ivory more eyes
and the back hand of subtle choices on the chaffing paper
the tooth of supply, known for suggested worries
has a joy for you, the care of a step, with patience's heard
tis the season of the wisdom, of contrary feel and peel
the taste of honor is swift and clean, to a point
the act of hurry in the hunger, a ride with one to heal
this old attraction of sweet tooth, is a habit formed in coy...
the torrid truth, we are the can in the sand
pine for the image of both, the beauty and the bubbles
that quickly know the better form of a hand
this tart, and this faux box is a lover...
the picnic at the end, where the flowers are arranged around you
is made to order, the naked lips of wishes and the fishes that come
the hardship of orange juice, and the corn of burdens in the dew
are all yours, like the waters that come when you are one, dumb
hotel new York, the truth in the punch
the labors of a label, have been a compromised tissue on the farm
the terror you expect, is a sour tooth in the hunch
that has no where to go, but for you pardner...
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Jude Foam To Life Their Fireworks (crayons)
Jude Foam To Life Their Fireworks (crayons)
