WINE AND GATES
Vampires Fruit Like Saviors Of Flowers, Humming?
honey in the moon?
music in the stomach of a turtle?
prayers in the voice of another reason's soon?
charmed lives in the blinded face of silly...?
crafty old bird
buildings to plants, plan's to breed's
the loft of your belly heard...
in the comments of natives of brine and anarchy, heed's
sorrow was a spare and shrewdly accounted bone
bubbles and trouble for a shadowing lip
your treacle of seasons, is a searching legend's honor
that has the reasons of dirt and hurt hip
the home you made was a little burnt, the starch of seldom worlds
penny for succor in the red, confusion for a lewd...
wealth in the days of reality and gifts of kept wisdom
where were you, if we saw the turn of the clay, into the beauty of sugar?
in the said day of riddance's and the talk of a dare's unity
the help of a hallowed romance with the life of another shadow
is virtue your only recourse, the pyre of anger and duty
wealth is a bounty to be aimed, for the walking and the sulking of a lands rue
sounds of safety from a dread throat of staring for a silence
of caution, the terror of sublime treason in the views of demons
that have the war of youth in their heads, that departure of again
where we were, the marvel of callous misery, of the charisma of lemons...
the day is sunny and made for more than natures truth
clouds of ivory and belief as a question to heaven was, today's many?
rains of mercy for a sultry eye in the round, where the could couth
and the place of a space for former things of essence, the bite of any?
music in the stomach of a turtle?
prayers in the voice of another reason's soon?
charmed lives in the blinded face of silly...?
crafty old bird
buildings to plants, plan's to breed's
the loft of your belly heard...
in the comments of natives of brine and anarchy, heed's
sorrow was a spare and shrewdly accounted bone
bubbles and trouble for a shadowing lip
your treacle of seasons, is a searching legend's honor
that has the reasons of dirt and hurt hip
the home you made was a little burnt, the starch of seldom worlds
penny for succor in the red, confusion for a lewd...
wealth in the days of reality and gifts of kept wisdom
where were you, if we saw the turn of the clay, into the beauty of sugar?
in the said day of riddance's and the talk of a dare's unity
the help of a hallowed romance with the life of another shadow
is virtue your only recourse, the pyre of anger and duty
wealth is a bounty to be aimed, for the walking and the sulking of a lands rue
sounds of safety from a dread throat of staring for a silence
of caution, the terror of sublime treason in the views of demons
that have the war of youth in their heads, that departure of again
where we were, the marvel of callous misery, of the charisma of lemons...
the day is sunny and made for more than natures truth
clouds of ivory and belief as a question to heaven was, today's many?
rains of mercy for a sultry eye in the round, where the could couth
and the place of a space for former things of essence, the bite of any?
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Vampires Fruit Like Saviors Of Flowers, Humming?
Vampires Fruit Like Saviors Of Flowers, Humming?
