WINE AND GATES
Pushing The Limit, Of Care And Needless Stares...
caress of miles
upon the cheek of certainty
for you, the dew of whiles
for you, the time to keep, entity
one more kiss
one more mile
for the terror we approve, the taste of hunger, is
this where the life on consolation we saw, in the style...
of a marionette on fire
the stilled moon with its lips perched
the risks of survival is a rabid denial
for the crass head of eternity, by the word
psychic olives, the toil of need in the dark
the wage of life is forward in the mind
since the care of service to a new hark
of an ideal in the rear view mirror of time
sweet breath, sweeter eyes
the toes of union of fire and ice
in our stead, the accrued sense of whys
for a sharing form to these, nice
a prayer in the road ahead
we all guessed the outcome of it, a sour salt
for the craving of seclusion, that is said
for the worth of courage in our hands, the angel and the fault
paradise in the heart, pining for the half of it
where has your war been, the cant of use and the friend in abuse
the right to a savage knee, and the arc of youths that spit
set right on the more, to delve into the way we soon...
upon the cheek of certainty
for you, the dew of whiles
for you, the time to keep, entity
one more kiss
one more mile
for the terror we approve, the taste of hunger, is
this where the life on consolation we saw, in the style...
of a marionette on fire
the stilled moon with its lips perched
the risks of survival is a rabid denial
for the crass head of eternity, by the word
psychic olives, the toil of need in the dark
the wage of life is forward in the mind
since the care of service to a new hark
of an ideal in the rear view mirror of time
sweet breath, sweeter eyes
the toes of union of fire and ice
in our stead, the accrued sense of whys
for a sharing form to these, nice
a prayer in the road ahead
we all guessed the outcome of it, a sour salt
for the craving of seclusion, that is said
for the worth of courage in our hands, the angel and the fault
paradise in the heart, pining for the half of it
where has your war been, the cant of use and the friend in abuse
the right to a savage knee, and the arc of youths that spit
set right on the more, to delve into the way we soon...
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Pushing The Limit, Of Care And Needless Stares...
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