WINE AND GATES

An Island In Timid Eyes Shades The Country?

redoubt, my friendship
tart is everywhere, though
the candor of quaint is
the reach of a heroine of angry snow

a knows on your face
the luck of a burp, in the corner of the aye
agitation is a quiet pace
of the same, in love with your sigh's

the lurid, the purity, the surly
kind to find, the life of reason has me by the toe
ask or be butterflies, the touch of a wing early
time is for the fool of a portion of woe

the sea loves you this much
the dreams save you this hush
the keys eaves you this luck
the me heaven's you this sugar

regret is a final word
that comes in the form of a said truth
this being, the salt of wives is an encouraged...
sanity is a requiem of youth

fear is a rage to the more
the finish of callous shame is a lucre to the strange
in the head of curiosity to simplify the foreign
the care of a brass ring, is your voice in range?

try a spirit in living color
this purple drama of somewhere yesterday
isn't the gall of a soul there
its the passion of a reality
 


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