WINE AND GATES
Neither Seems To Keep Face, Instinctually
fruit of an ornery night?
of judges and hushes of regret
for a single lip of might
where are we to cough, now that the other one has a bet
sincerity in the ashes of an ashtray
the cute end of logic, and the estranged lurid pace
of questions of the future of a jump in the hay
this whores ostracized liberty for answered mace...
noodles in the kitchen, Noah and the act of need
of a missive precept of masculine age
this is the clock of a water in love with anarchy
Noah found the dream to be the wage
meat for a regular soul of candor, the look of rum and gin in the issue
secrets made for a pretty name, the clock has sounded exactly which
prayers to daughter's and the ache of sonhood to wish for better eaches
where is our presence for stares of this Job, pronounce the ...
sauce made from the choicest of time, tomatoes for the act of wind
pacts of condition of a simple puff, has your lover been in the ashes
of the beginning sleep of drivel and the Daniel of a hovel, the kind
of thing that comes for a child that saw the worth of listening to fascism
hi, hither...
spy, tether...
wry, their...
denye, other...
when morning breaks
the craze of virginity is a lord of essential smoke
faces that wrap the kisses of neglect with hate
the tour of hope? was this dawn some kind of joke?
bye, another...
lie, corruption...
guy, somebody...
cry, introduction...
epitaph to a nightmare that told the truth
this whimsy, that wisdom; is a numbing cause
for the prayer of sincerity to be, a way amid youth
try the bird by the bird's voice, need the chance of the claws...
of judges and hushes of regret
for a single lip of might
where are we to cough, now that the other one has a bet
sincerity in the ashes of an ashtray
the cute end of logic, and the estranged lurid pace
of questions of the future of a jump in the hay
this whores ostracized liberty for answered mace...
noodles in the kitchen, Noah and the act of need
of a missive precept of masculine age
this is the clock of a water in love with anarchy
Noah found the dream to be the wage
meat for a regular soul of candor, the look of rum and gin in the issue
secrets made for a pretty name, the clock has sounded exactly which
prayers to daughter's and the ache of sonhood to wish for better eaches
where is our presence for stares of this Job, pronounce the ...
sauce made from the choicest of time, tomatoes for the act of wind
pacts of condition of a simple puff, has your lover been in the ashes
of the beginning sleep of drivel and the Daniel of a hovel, the kind
of thing that comes for a child that saw the worth of listening to fascism
hi, hither...
spy, tether...
wry, their...
denye, other...
when morning breaks
the craze of virginity is a lord of essential smoke
faces that wrap the kisses of neglect with hate
the tour of hope? was this dawn some kind of joke?
bye, another...
lie, corruption...
guy, somebody...
cry, introduction...
epitaph to a nightmare that told the truth
this whimsy, that wisdom; is a numbing cause
for the prayer of sincerity to be, a way amid youth
try the bird by the bird's voice, need the chance of the claws...
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Neither Seems To Keep Face, Instinctually
Neither Seems To Keep Face, Instinctually
