WINE AND GATES
Your Best Movement Or Your Blessed Moment
pale
the signal to the smoke
that knew the cant in the shade of all
this honor to be given, the season of liver, opiates
paler
the words of demonstration in the drive to like
the walls of curt nothings, the imagination of times failure, weird
the crash of semblance as a need in the fist, is nice
Palestine
the torrid example of a questioning intuition
for the marriage of cold reason in a fit search, for ages of why
worlds away from a sex and its hex, the math of indignation
poor
to taste, and with a mission for each toe of conscience
the waft of chins that sin, is a reality to war
the cant with the banter of ant's, we know the lips of prescience
pewter
soap, to you
blood to me, the sitting of banes and the rapture of anything ought or...
the signs of here and now are a blatant kiss on the disease of who'th
pain, and the epilogue of sands of time
the role of simplicity and the ache of symmetry in a can
the work of the denial and the mystery of a fly
this, is your heaven to mine, and the hours until all of again
power, would you continue
the trophy of sour and naked kind, to be found in the mud
murder in the stir of agony that befits the lend of anger, future youth
is but a calling shadow, to find in the majesty of arks of jude
the signal to the smoke
that knew the cant in the shade of all
this honor to be given, the season of liver, opiates
paler
the words of demonstration in the drive to like
the walls of curt nothings, the imagination of times failure, weird
the crash of semblance as a need in the fist, is nice
Palestine
the torrid example of a questioning intuition
for the marriage of cold reason in a fit search, for ages of why
worlds away from a sex and its hex, the math of indignation
poor
to taste, and with a mission for each toe of conscience
the waft of chins that sin, is a reality to war
the cant with the banter of ant's, we know the lips of prescience
pewter
soap, to you
blood to me, the sitting of banes and the rapture of anything ought or...
the signs of here and now are a blatant kiss on the disease of who'th
pain, and the epilogue of sands of time
the role of simplicity and the ache of symmetry in a can
the work of the denial and the mystery of a fly
this, is your heaven to mine, and the hours until all of again
power, would you continue
the trophy of sour and naked kind, to be found in the mud
murder in the stir of agony that befits the lend of anger, future youth
is but a calling shadow, to find in the majesty of arks of jude
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Your Best Movement Or Your Blessed Moment
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