WINE AND GATES

Peace Eats Apples Regularly, Even Though Candor...

bump
on the head
obvious little lump
of sugar we said

the rose and the cant
chattering birds of puny rage
this is the order of secluded want
this is the issue of a fate

where is your misery's shoe if I sneeze allowed?
what is the time of your life if I encourage a neglect?
will you have a chance in hell for a care if I dread the sound?
of a metal urging a flower petal in the way we select...

the care of a nose, in the each
is a race of frustration the means to an end
the fire that made us a vengeance
is blessed with vice, fornication

would you have a kiss?
could you realize the past for a friend?
should you anger the summation of a world's wish?
who'd you denye if I offer a kin?

the might of tiger's in the bush
was your day a lovely sit of these
birds of a fate, know a flower to hush
the conscience of lies to appease...


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