WINE AND GATES
Why Does This Wound Smell Like A Hope?
painterly habit
of a frog in the mists of time
where the placebo of sense is an earthly limit
we smell the crime
young times
the change of seasons for a vision of metal
the point to a city rhymes
treasure the callous flower, petal for petal
old shines
of a crazed moment to collect a heart
the voice in the pan, was a herald none
of a crass infusion for a selected art
adultery for the masses
this thought lip, is your hair standing on end?
like molasses
the role of violence is a question to fend
never again, will I see the sea in the step of curiosity
be the climbing fish in the pocket of redemption
seek the flesh of beguilement that bubbles and keep virtuosity
for a secret from the ides of coolly made estimation
a land called breath
eve is a searching bird of chance, with a pet
seeking the sight of a dragon, in the still of the night, death
is a lucre of wished for decency of a season to let?
of a frog in the mists of time
where the placebo of sense is an earthly limit
we smell the crime
young times
the change of seasons for a vision of metal
the point to a city rhymes
treasure the callous flower, petal for petal
old shines
of a crazed moment to collect a heart
the voice in the pan, was a herald none
of a crass infusion for a selected art
adultery for the masses
this thought lip, is your hair standing on end?
like molasses
the role of violence is a question to fend
never again, will I see the sea in the step of curiosity
be the climbing fish in the pocket of redemption
seek the flesh of beguilement that bubbles and keep virtuosity
for a secret from the ides of coolly made estimation
a land called breath
eve is a searching bird of chance, with a pet
seeking the sight of a dragon, in the still of the night, death
is a lucre of wished for decency of a season to let?
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Why Does This Wound Smell Like A Hope?
Why Does This Wound Smell Like A Hope?
