WINE AND GATES
Were You Bubbles In Lover's Lead, Amend?
lips of steel in the scare of your life
the sorry eyes of a father of antiquity
your bride, is a hounding moon the way to your strife?
the page you torn, the skip of sugar in the city...
often the place of terror, a flower of a devil, and the muse of dark words before them
this is your shoe, in the grave, the stars to themselves, is a gal the estrangement...?
of a clever name in the sickness of chance, the juice is on the ever riddance...
clean the stars to find a hair, the touch of your voice is made for the lament
of a lion in the insanity of sweat and the meat of moments
this your hand, in the spilled milk of dour and the devourer of sincerity
worth your days reaching deafness, the leavings of souls is a regular sense
tiny enough to live again, the smell of cyanide is a bolder virginity
lapse or laughs, of the angel of alacrity that sold the blessing's of war
these days and nights, know the knock of sojourns of milling shares
of shadows and the skill of liberty, to simplify the whole of the earth
craving a fleshy example is a doldrum of searching for the sanity we where
places of joy, and the shiver of a note worthy burnt toe
plagues of coy, think the nativity of honor before the clarity of vows
players of boy, will possess the country of a damnation, like the bitterest world
plans to royal, have the soul of jealousy for a climbing desire for those
politicians of kind, benign to the salts that make us crave a king
the tower of pursued time, is but a lord of what was the destiny of ease and truth, in action
the thought of cull and the wall of deliverance, isn't your face a capable religion?
for a knife in the ashes of misery, our final thought to know, is a future the way to silence?
similarity in the court of selection works for the days gone by
the target of sides of conscience and the frailty of minds of men and women
the soul you shared, was mine to comfort, the sorrow of kissing in the pride
of a shape of neglect in the eye of your modesty to kill a few more minds...?
world
the face you adore, with a silver time and the needy glance at the time's etc.
is your inheritance, if but the smile on your face, we have made the sky dream
we have made the tooth of Gilead become the survivor of a steam or a slime?
the sorry eyes of a father of antiquity
your bride, is a hounding moon the way to your strife?
the page you torn, the skip of sugar in the city...
often the place of terror, a flower of a devil, and the muse of dark words before them
this is your shoe, in the grave, the stars to themselves, is a gal the estrangement...?
of a clever name in the sickness of chance, the juice is on the ever riddance...
clean the stars to find a hair, the touch of your voice is made for the lament
of a lion in the insanity of sweat and the meat of moments
this your hand, in the spilled milk of dour and the devourer of sincerity
worth your days reaching deafness, the leavings of souls is a regular sense
tiny enough to live again, the smell of cyanide is a bolder virginity
lapse or laughs, of the angel of alacrity that sold the blessing's of war
these days and nights, know the knock of sojourns of milling shares
of shadows and the skill of liberty, to simplify the whole of the earth
craving a fleshy example is a doldrum of searching for the sanity we where
places of joy, and the shiver of a note worthy burnt toe
plagues of coy, think the nativity of honor before the clarity of vows
players of boy, will possess the country of a damnation, like the bitterest world
plans to royal, have the soul of jealousy for a climbing desire for those
politicians of kind, benign to the salts that make us crave a king
the tower of pursued time, is but a lord of what was the destiny of ease and truth, in action
the thought of cull and the wall of deliverance, isn't your face a capable religion?
for a knife in the ashes of misery, our final thought to know, is a future the way to silence?
similarity in the court of selection works for the days gone by
the target of sides of conscience and the frailty of minds of men and women
the soul you shared, was mine to comfort, the sorrow of kissing in the pride
of a shape of neglect in the eye of your modesty to kill a few more minds...?
world
the face you adore, with a silver time and the needy glance at the time's etc.
is your inheritance, if but the smile on your face, we have made the sky dream
we have made the tooth of Gilead become the survivor of a steam or a slime?
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Were You Bubbles In Lover`s Lead, Amend?
Were You Bubbles In Lover`s Lead, Amend?
