WINE AND GATES
Neighbour Howl, Nation Owl, Now Will (Spirit)
Rosalyn...
your done...
your ages in a candid story, benign
where the legend is gun...?
dim knowing you, tomorrow
the wall of searching kisses, the reach to humbled...
is question, is anger your fate, is a wind to borrow
the tart etc. of a lip that loved you, with a fearing din
music and tragedy in a mouth that said the rational?
sex and somewhere between, isn't a dead mistake still the kind
in the place of flower that should with your skills
in the straight and true, the stark of a blue nose, in the bump and grind
cant and tantrums for a salt shaker, the mix of time in our verve
the washing of hell, in the station to intuition of clashes with a, soda
the liberty to be found in the can with a plan for the since we serve
I'm and inadequacy for money, to know a living misuse of theirs, the pace of shame
can't we name the curious after you, the talking bird
and the future for a stoic lapse of reason, into each others hands
the more we know, the more we blow, the frame of reference is in the words
of culprits of candor and dreadfulness, that knew the kinks with the stinks of lands...
ancient was the day, when friends saved the terror of honor for a laugh
then there, the pinch with the bear, the excuse of good judgment over the culture
of a lending shine of worth in the mission of the may, mendacity is a calf
of sugar in the sit of a beauty, that we both know to be a world
life in the hands, of a call to the sincerity of shared need
the sight you approve, the slight of industrious eloquence and the pain
of sour nothings and the age of reasons in the open, this card of aid
is still the memory of lover in the scare of a bruised wheel in the psyche of the plain
prayers to breath, the bravery of peace
in the cancelled eyes of heed, that we kept for the selection of joy
them, the myth of consciences, of a salty demeanor for the rest of weakened
identity with a never served, am of shadows and the are of lips to the coy...
your done...
your ages in a candid story, benign
where the legend is gun...?
dim knowing you, tomorrow
the wall of searching kisses, the reach to humbled...
is question, is anger your fate, is a wind to borrow
the tart etc. of a lip that loved you, with a fearing din
music and tragedy in a mouth that said the rational?
sex and somewhere between, isn't a dead mistake still the kind
in the place of flower that should with your skills
in the straight and true, the stark of a blue nose, in the bump and grind
cant and tantrums for a salt shaker, the mix of time in our verve
the washing of hell, in the station to intuition of clashes with a, soda
the liberty to be found in the can with a plan for the since we serve
I'm and inadequacy for money, to know a living misuse of theirs, the pace of shame
can't we name the curious after you, the talking bird
and the future for a stoic lapse of reason, into each others hands
the more we know, the more we blow, the frame of reference is in the words
of culprits of candor and dreadfulness, that knew the kinks with the stinks of lands...
ancient was the day, when friends saved the terror of honor for a laugh
then there, the pinch with the bear, the excuse of good judgment over the culture
of a lending shine of worth in the mission of the may, mendacity is a calf
of sugar in the sit of a beauty, that we both know to be a world
life in the hands, of a call to the sincerity of shared need
the sight you approve, the slight of industrious eloquence and the pain
of sour nothings and the age of reasons in the open, this card of aid
is still the memory of lover in the scare of a bruised wheel in the psyche of the plain
prayers to breath, the bravery of peace
in the cancelled eyes of heed, that we kept for the selection of joy
them, the myth of consciences, of a salty demeanor for the rest of weakened
identity with a never served, am of shadows and the are of lips to the coy...
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Neighbour Howl, Nation Owl, Now Will (Spirit)
Neighbour Howl, Nation Owl, Now Will (Spirit)
