WINE AND GATES

Savages Of A Knee To Oddly Use Good Hope?

timely
the sight of oddity in our hands
these pretty futures, and the wage of kindly...
do you smell alcohol in the sand?

the nerves of an aging man
where are my cold eyes to see
if I come across the care of a youthing plan
for secrets of callous venture, to the quick of heed

the man walks on the beach
like a land of contrary thought
we served the image of a knowing reach
say a prayer for me, when all comes to not

the sand castle was a proud search
for the message of courtesy in the core of who'd
we have bled to the quick, sayeth a grace and a earth
this old man is drunk, and thinks that is youth

tired and yawning
we all have the unction to stare into a shade
are you a care for fruit to exasperate the wronging
or are you a cheap pride in falicy, to watch the marvel of pain?

babies?
and a toe called disease
the line isn't, nor is it a breath wavy
just think, this and the burden of a pinker...


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