WINE AND GATES
Holiday Pictures And Half Eaten Sandwiches?
presence for choice
the watching world in the eaves
the wryed motivation some have to keep, voice
in the press of sincerity for what hasn't, conceives
direction in the face of stars
more than ought, the else
ancient enough, for the solution we know, hars
of a lover with a risen duty, for these each and every hells
paired with a solemn thought
the skill of a curious kiss
in the how, the empathy of which's and not's
is time for a prince, even us...
candid as this may seem...
the world for you is more important...
than the lips of liberty to hear, in the dusty eve...
conditions of form, discussions of furious intent, a politician's rant...
for a single voice to become many
the waters of lividity, in these shoes
isn't the count of mercy to worth and any?
the lovers of history, waiting on the race to lose?
many days go by, the washed eyes of notoriety
to simply step forward, the finish of a semblance of hate for whimsy's irony
in the vice of common men, the place of anger was a future with heard anxiety
to simply sit, the world in a day, for the silence that comes, to memory
penny on your tongue, the role of wishes and vinegar
the bestilled treachery of a sour room, for you to wink
is to die in a miserable bliss, the chance of open war
with a clue, a must in love with a soon, and a life to think...
the watching world in the eaves
the wryed motivation some have to keep, voice
in the press of sincerity for what hasn't, conceives
direction in the face of stars
more than ought, the else
ancient enough, for the solution we know, hars
of a lover with a risen duty, for these each and every hells
paired with a solemn thought
the skill of a curious kiss
in the how, the empathy of which's and not's
is time for a prince, even us...
candid as this may seem...
the world for you is more important...
than the lips of liberty to hear, in the dusty eve...
conditions of form, discussions of furious intent, a politician's rant...
for a single voice to become many
the waters of lividity, in these shoes
isn't the count of mercy to worth and any?
the lovers of history, waiting on the race to lose?
many days go by, the washed eyes of notoriety
to simply step forward, the finish of a semblance of hate for whimsy's irony
in the vice of common men, the place of anger was a future with heard anxiety
to simply sit, the world in a day, for the silence that comes, to memory
penny on your tongue, the role of wishes and vinegar
the bestilled treachery of a sour room, for you to wink
is to die in a miserable bliss, the chance of open war
with a clue, a must in love with a soon, and a life to think...
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Holiday Pictures And Half Eaten Sandwiches?
Holiday Pictures And Half Eaten Sandwiches?