WINE AND GATES
Lucky Say's, "The Ink Has Dried On The Past"
dead to bites
death becomes here
dear aboriginal, why
diced pear
lucky knew a strange twist
of kind in the bottle
of a heroism in heroine's eyes, lips
were certain to make a foreign battle
instrument of torches
insurance alien
included with burps
infected wine
lucky has a better idea
the knock of a falling door
is your cannonball, the patient he
the fuse in the basement is for...
confusion roles
considered uncles
corner dining stole
carpet sunday
lucky was a special care
purile is following the bird
with a honey and a stare
the image of poor words
kissed by anger
kind to stringer's
kicked in the bones
kaleidoscope for ginger's
lucky to know a question, on this side of the tracks
racey was spacey, to live in the knots
of a boat that humped the night stand, instead of a cake
we were the curse of a pot...
silver beauty's
sick to my sock's
shade for looter's
swindole's of raw...
lucky knew the answer, to an age old riddle
the stone of marriage, tooth paste in the sight
of a lesser evil, to quiet the neglected tattler
in this world, we excuse the night...
death becomes here
dear aboriginal, why
diced pear
lucky knew a strange twist
of kind in the bottle
of a heroism in heroine's eyes, lips
were certain to make a foreign battle
instrument of torches
insurance alien
included with burps
infected wine
lucky has a better idea
the knock of a falling door
is your cannonball, the patient he
the fuse in the basement is for...
confusion roles
considered uncles
corner dining stole
carpet sunday
lucky was a special care
purile is following the bird
with a honey and a stare
the image of poor words
kissed by anger
kind to stringer's
kicked in the bones
kaleidoscope for ginger's
lucky to know a question, on this side of the tracks
racey was spacey, to live in the knots
of a boat that humped the night stand, instead of a cake
we were the curse of a pot...
silver beauty's
sick to my sock's
shade for looter's
swindole's of raw...
lucky knew the answer, to an age old riddle
the stone of marriage, tooth paste in the sight
of a lesser evil, to quiet the neglected tattler
in this world, we excuse the night...
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Lucky Say`s, `The Ink Has Dried On The Past`
Lucky Say`s, `The Ink Has Dried On The Past`