WINE AND GATES
Second Attempt To Undo Reasons Now
hitched a ride
wind said the baring
of a lip on the side
this smile smells like a cherub
snotty noses, and the depends
with a chastity comes the past history
of a song in the stare of David
this cold fish is a lord of simplicity
like a berry
we tell the clever to keep the running
politician, joke, toilet, fornication
just thought you might, like the lizard sunning
for a mentioned risk of sin
crow, the wage of a mouth
to garner the cope rarely owed when
that sincerity comes from someone proud
the ladder of Jacob
the worth of a single sight of sour grapes unseen
the details are left to a heart that saw
the care of the sun murder a agile question to anarchy
angels of a tired eye, were
the animal of panic and the price of entity is all low
the answer of dominions of creation, is a worm
that you know one, neighbor, this lord was a history to love
near the heart of a suddenly volatile city
the song was a mercy under the sun
bad vision, and the fate of a business
is a quieter dragon...
which turns out to be...
the smell of suicide isn't hair...
thank you, the route to heaven is a liberty...
and nay of since is the reason to begin to have fair...
wind said the baring
of a lip on the side
this smile smells like a cherub
snotty noses, and the depends
with a chastity comes the past history
of a song in the stare of David
this cold fish is a lord of simplicity
like a berry
we tell the clever to keep the running
politician, joke, toilet, fornication
just thought you might, like the lizard sunning
for a mentioned risk of sin
crow, the wage of a mouth
to garner the cope rarely owed when
that sincerity comes from someone proud
the ladder of Jacob
the worth of a single sight of sour grapes unseen
the details are left to a heart that saw
the care of the sun murder a agile question to anarchy
angels of a tired eye, were
the animal of panic and the price of entity is all low
the answer of dominions of creation, is a worm
that you know one, neighbor, this lord was a history to love
near the heart of a suddenly volatile city
the song was a mercy under the sun
bad vision, and the fate of a business
is a quieter dragon...
which turns out to be...
the smell of suicide isn't hair...
thank you, the route to heaven is a liberty...
and nay of since is the reason to begin to have fair...
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Second Attempt To Undo Reasons Now
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