WINE AND GATES
There Are Other's...
love by proxy
fixture of here and the now
moons and flowers that thought moxy
the taste of irony, for the care allowed
how
is your name a life in the basest of oddity's?
the terror of a choice to lot, in the round
was this miracle of sincerity, bodies?
penny and the right kind of kisses
the turn of cheek into a livid or vivid reminder
the act of communication that has issues
the lovers of secluded idea's, in the memorial of wine, there
when the cock crows
when the day has a life to wink at
when the more of else was, sewn
when the course of a friend is a breath
death by number's
the dance with dread in the ages past, for a wished fist
panic to fold, in the arms of honor, ever humbler
the thought of suicide, in the tradition of is...
fixture of here and the now
moons and flowers that thought moxy
the taste of irony, for the care allowed
how
is your name a life in the basest of oddity's?
the terror of a choice to lot, in the round
was this miracle of sincerity, bodies?
penny and the right kind of kisses
the turn of cheek into a livid or vivid reminder
the act of communication that has issues
the lovers of secluded idea's, in the memorial of wine, there
when the cock crows
when the day has a life to wink at
when the more of else was, sewn
when the course of a friend is a breath
death by number's
the dance with dread in the ages past, for a wished fist
panic to fold, in the arms of honor, ever humbler
the thought of suicide, in the tradition of is...
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