WINE AND GATES
Does This Cloud Mean I'm Sugar In Your Coffee?
straddling, adding, sadding
the need of a common box
for a salad in the sight of a finger, wadding
paper is such a waste, the pen that hasn't, talks
regret for a simple soul's letter
the toys in the attic done remind
three wishes were a fed might, all the better
we decide, "The curious at a glowing time"
penny in your mouth, mom on the prowl for the owl
where has your hand gone, but to a lion with a thorn
the sound of cherubs to give, the nature of the howling?
pretty purple pictures from an aunt, say the wage of a horn...
writing on the walls, popular dragons and dreams that know the taste
in a handful of sand castles, that comes to these for a kiss
begin in the corner says the statue, with paper and paste
the ridden horsey of your ancestor's will wight, play more at risk?
callous smiling pictures with a dead plant...
an umbrella with a smoking habit...
a pet's bed that can't...
a sad bear with miracles on its breath, whits....
of a moment with a father that ever has, has ended
in the paint chipped ides of a cold stare from hardship's window
are you thought, the tart education of since wolves offended
the curiosity of a seed to live on the verge of patience for a stone...
in beauty is a shroud of can, that has the belly of myth in mind
for a quaint talk with heed, the sword and the try of order to feed the chaste
of liberty in the west, now an acid on the mouth's capable kind
this word to the wise, is form to youth's that have the day's shade...
bent pennies, shapes of a worthy friend in the star's, and heat from a candle
and a muscling judgment for Adam, adding the jude of a quiet bath of breath
in the pace of hero's and the heroine of a mirror fell
the touch of a soul with no where to go, in the sight of death...
day two; the worth of a single, kiss, to a needy tongue
day three; the future of sincere lives in the narration of gall
day four; the path to consummation with a revelation of milk and salt among
day fire; the finery of means to angry teeth, in the sake of a palled...
the need of a common box
for a salad in the sight of a finger, wadding
paper is such a waste, the pen that hasn't, talks
regret for a simple soul's letter
the toys in the attic done remind
three wishes were a fed might, all the better
we decide, "The curious at a glowing time"
penny in your mouth, mom on the prowl for the owl
where has your hand gone, but to a lion with a thorn
the sound of cherubs to give, the nature of the howling?
pretty purple pictures from an aunt, say the wage of a horn...
writing on the walls, popular dragons and dreams that know the taste
in a handful of sand castles, that comes to these for a kiss
begin in the corner says the statue, with paper and paste
the ridden horsey of your ancestor's will wight, play more at risk?
callous smiling pictures with a dead plant...
an umbrella with a smoking habit...
a pet's bed that can't...
a sad bear with miracles on its breath, whits....
of a moment with a father that ever has, has ended
in the paint chipped ides of a cold stare from hardship's window
are you thought, the tart education of since wolves offended
the curiosity of a seed to live on the verge of patience for a stone...
in beauty is a shroud of can, that has the belly of myth in mind
for a quaint talk with heed, the sword and the try of order to feed the chaste
of liberty in the west, now an acid on the mouth's capable kind
this word to the wise, is form to youth's that have the day's shade...
bent pennies, shapes of a worthy friend in the star's, and heat from a candle
and a muscling judgment for Adam, adding the jude of a quiet bath of breath
in the pace of hero's and the heroine of a mirror fell
the touch of a soul with no where to go, in the sight of death...
day two; the worth of a single, kiss, to a needy tongue
day three; the future of sincere lives in the narration of gall
day four; the path to consummation with a revelation of milk and salt among
day fire; the finery of means to angry teeth, in the sake of a palled...
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Does This Cloud Mean I`m Sugar In Your Coffee?
Does This Cloud Mean I`m Sugar In Your Coffee?
