WINE AND GATES
People Who Caught This, Sometimes...
places in the heart
care for a sulking door
the taste in wait, is yours for a start
of a there, in the still of a right to be the worth
in these shoes, the hills were a climb
of destiny made, the tooth of requiem
to vouch for a smaller idea, in the pocket of a man's time
the rule of vestiges is to hold a thumb before the kind, for a them
turning on the road, this house appears to be on fire
at wastes of time, the trying of salt and then water is meant
to the quick of service to a firey ideal, the hours until denial
of the war between the sexes, the idea of collision with a metal that seeks relent
a spire of condition, the times are a half of egos
the right to live in the solution of cope
is an our beyond yourself, the tired eye of breeding winds to blow?
the house next door just caught, here is hope:
the turn of milk into a façade of creation for the best of good intent
the treasure of deliberation for the such in the stray eyes of a hero
the terror to come in your mind, the still waiting mystery of a sense
made, for the reality of vague iota's of the best smile one has to offer, to go...
to a legend and say hello...
ignore the bull, ask the bird, keep the water
and make a redress of society to finish the space between your those
here is a patient man, though the still wafting smoke is meant for your hatred...
care for a sulking door
the taste in wait, is yours for a start
of a there, in the still of a right to be the worth
in these shoes, the hills were a climb
of destiny made, the tooth of requiem
to vouch for a smaller idea, in the pocket of a man's time
the rule of vestiges is to hold a thumb before the kind, for a them
turning on the road, this house appears to be on fire
at wastes of time, the trying of salt and then water is meant
to the quick of service to a firey ideal, the hours until denial
of the war between the sexes, the idea of collision with a metal that seeks relent
a spire of condition, the times are a half of egos
the right to live in the solution of cope
is an our beyond yourself, the tired eye of breeding winds to blow?
the house next door just caught, here is hope:
the turn of milk into a façade of creation for the best of good intent
the treasure of deliberation for the such in the stray eyes of a hero
the terror to come in your mind, the still waiting mystery of a sense
made, for the reality of vague iota's of the best smile one has to offer, to go...
to a legend and say hello...
ignore the bull, ask the bird, keep the water
and make a redress of society to finish the space between your those
here is a patient man, though the still wafting smoke is meant for your hatred...
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People Who Caught This, Sometimes...
People Who Caught This, Sometimes...