WINE AND GATES
Lions with zits in their navel, sometimes snake?
day of a stretch
more than oddity in the can, wealth
is a labor in the stir of august myth, for it
is a rational of sour times, the irk of a bodies health...?
patience for an eye on history's level?
the sitting pretty notion of gall, the gaiety it approved
in the mind for a done dole, to see a rebel
lip of suggestion fit with the smile of kind, could?
heroes of summation will note, the foreign
the sting of worth is in the mere, a sitting of a prayer of jude
in compliance of a need in the secrets we fied, never shame?
possession of a means to an end was a semblance of courage for rued...
briefly, we know the start of something greater, for lucid deem
the still of the night in the breath of a lover, for a new purplonce of day's gone by
the skill of unity to form, like the reasons of liberty seen
the collection of weary eyes to the notion, know a hip to say...
also like a pace of formaldehyde
persistence with a breed of shadow to calm the neglected but sole assumption
of witnessing the craft of sense in the finality of lied...
ways with a sense to keep amends, we dote upon the nature of sexes shine
stars of home, the tooth of some, the our of come
just how esoteric can a business of infidelity, and the truth in past reality
be, the surreal toe of kindness to the legend of wounds...?
simple wars with odd forms, should the thumb of destiny in joy's city...
penny from the grave, guarantee's of proper men
the laugh of seldom seen friends, in the mirrors of essence
portrayal if a kind face, to know the clench of when
the more of sensation is a learned mine, the blessing of chance...
to learn the ways of women
today is your fashion, your fate, your father...
the acumen in the face of a blind soul, the continued patience, amen
the rage of cold stare in your honored day to find, the other...
more than oddity in the can, wealth
is a labor in the stir of august myth, for it
is a rational of sour times, the irk of a bodies health...?
patience for an eye on history's level?
the sitting pretty notion of gall, the gaiety it approved
in the mind for a done dole, to see a rebel
lip of suggestion fit with the smile of kind, could?
heroes of summation will note, the foreign
the sting of worth is in the mere, a sitting of a prayer of jude
in compliance of a need in the secrets we fied, never shame?
possession of a means to an end was a semblance of courage for rued...
briefly, we know the start of something greater, for lucid deem
the still of the night in the breath of a lover, for a new purplonce of day's gone by
the skill of unity to form, like the reasons of liberty seen
the collection of weary eyes to the notion, know a hip to say...
also like a pace of formaldehyde
persistence with a breed of shadow to calm the neglected but sole assumption
of witnessing the craft of sense in the finality of lied...
ways with a sense to keep amends, we dote upon the nature of sexes shine
stars of home, the tooth of some, the our of come
just how esoteric can a business of infidelity, and the truth in past reality
be, the surreal toe of kindness to the legend of wounds...?
simple wars with odd forms, should the thumb of destiny in joy's city...
penny from the grave, guarantee's of proper men
the laugh of seldom seen friends, in the mirrors of essence
portrayal if a kind face, to know the clench of when
the more of sensation is a learned mine, the blessing of chance...
to learn the ways of women
today is your fashion, your fate, your father...
the acumen in the face of a blind soul, the continued patience, amen
the rage of cold stare in your honored day to find, the other...
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Lions with zits in their navel, sometimes snake?
Lions with zits in their navel, sometimes snake?
