WINE AND GATES

Being

price of a prince
in the early morning does and must
the finger to eat lace
across the way, the enemy of thus

guns of anarchy, the force to like
the nature of seclusion of the fact
stupidity is a liberty, the right
to male energies as a lip's pact

one dollar, one olive
in the insurrection of totals
the irony of youth's, to give
the price was high, the neglect of awful...

penny in love
with a risen more, the terror of since
the life of spice and the heart of causes
are you an age of warmth to begin...?

decision in the dawn of may
the watch of yearning, urges to claim the or
the sensation of love in the stay
of a face on the verge of war

powers that be, the ought of peace
the still living nation of curses in the step of a dance
then and there, the claim of salt to be a righting ease
that has a life of its own, in the reign of instance


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