WINE AND GATES
The Bothering Angel As Should Would Have It
passion found the card
of a long standing feud with courage
in the road one day, with a bit of chewing gum, hard
the mated pair of solace and somber news is made for strange...
strange days indeed, thought passion
the watch of youths in my hand, the turn of conscience in the other
the task of earning the day, is like this, lasting
in the face of forms and letters of insult, were one to bother
the lady liberty
the mud of presence in the name of couth
the witness of yearning for a seldom seen essence of puberty
the mire of concensus of anger's, done to date to tooth
passion found the card, wisdom
the tale of yet and the met blindness of duty to a worthier care
the fish of silence in our ear, the tact of courtesy to eden
the memory of sides would, that had the worth of somewhere...
courage found the past
to be as dead as a life in the gurgling waters of burdens to be
the panic one assumes a penny for the fathers of has and ask?
the washed eyes of rapture in the taste of voices that kept me
together after the marriage
the watch of gages and mates of guile for a day
has become the next of kin, in the wishes of instinct to know, carriage
of a salt in the soul of heed, in the play of light we made to say...
my name is still death
the right to lips of virtue you winked into existence, my back in lou of power
the stars you made to taste milks of love, is now the naked truth of it
the lucky misery you made, is needy eyes of earthen while, to simply flower?
of a long standing feud with courage
in the road one day, with a bit of chewing gum, hard
the mated pair of solace and somber news is made for strange...
strange days indeed, thought passion
the watch of youths in my hand, the turn of conscience in the other
the task of earning the day, is like this, lasting
in the face of forms and letters of insult, were one to bother
the lady liberty
the mud of presence in the name of couth
the witness of yearning for a seldom seen essence of puberty
the mire of concensus of anger's, done to date to tooth
passion found the card, wisdom
the tale of yet and the met blindness of duty to a worthier care
the fish of silence in our ear, the tact of courtesy to eden
the memory of sides would, that had the worth of somewhere...
courage found the past
to be as dead as a life in the gurgling waters of burdens to be
the panic one assumes a penny for the fathers of has and ask?
the washed eyes of rapture in the taste of voices that kept me
together after the marriage
the watch of gages and mates of guile for a day
has become the next of kin, in the wishes of instinct to know, carriage
of a salt in the soul of heed, in the play of light we made to say...
my name is still death
the right to lips of virtue you winked into existence, my back in lou of power
the stars you made to taste milks of love, is now the naked truth of it
the lucky misery you made, is needy eyes of earthen while, to simply flower?
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The Bothering Angel As Should Would Have It
The Bothering Angel As Should Would Have It
