WINE AND GATES
Which Wood, Mired Good; A Rhyme For A Hug
get bent
the still vacuum of space
time in your hand, where are we fickle or lent?
juice says hell, prayer's, and race...
rainbows to venture forth
we are the tell tale heart, in a misty place
we save the liberty from itself, worth
common enough judgment of a bird in pace
water is thinking blood
blood is drinking the odd words
words is winking at you'd
you'd is pinking at the tale heard
would for your soul
the taste of journey's to the candor
world's for your sole
a sip will cost you a wandering
demented, a caring foot in the justice of kisses?
the luck you describe is meant for a declining breath
of each his turn in the realm of friends and warmth's issues
like a penny in the rain of mention, this is your pride's death
unicorns and cunning horn's of morn's
thirsty eyes for the fruit of a pall
pursued ice in the glass of irksome adjourn's
the terror of courage in the passion of celestial...
the still vacuum of space
time in your hand, where are we fickle or lent?
juice says hell, prayer's, and race...
rainbows to venture forth
we are the tell tale heart, in a misty place
we save the liberty from itself, worth
common enough judgment of a bird in pace
water is thinking blood
blood is drinking the odd words
words is winking at you'd
you'd is pinking at the tale heard
would for your soul
the taste of journey's to the candor
world's for your sole
a sip will cost you a wandering
demented, a caring foot in the justice of kisses?
the luck you describe is meant for a declining breath
of each his turn in the realm of friends and warmth's issues
like a penny in the rain of mention, this is your pride's death
unicorns and cunning horn's of morn's
thirsty eyes for the fruit of a pall
pursued ice in the glass of irksome adjourn's
the terror of courage in the passion of celestial...
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Which Wood, Mired Good; A Rhyme For A Hug
Which Wood, Mired Good; A Rhyme For A Hug
