WINE AND GATES
Still A Plate Of Food, In Toes Of Disgust
tone left
the tarry of soil in my vanity
the cope you saw in a hands to be bereft
is but a kiss, in the stir of aging with sanity
these shoes of irony
in love with a sinister that, then this ordeal
is a beauty to find you in love with theirs, a date with impunity
that says the cult of idiocy for a listed weal
the role of vagueness, in the hearts will and win
this or miss the boat, the legend of sense to garner, for a date in infamy
then to think, the nose of reason in the limelight, the portion of skin
in your horrified face, I see the stone of now, the soul of instancy
kiss a fool with a bastion of misery, seemingly to know the ide's?
encourage the sick few of charisma in a craven mind to know a place in the sun?
where the stir of echoes in then mere of sad and wise courts of jude, lies?
still the mouth of a vision in flight, to know the cowardice of again?
your kiss, not mine
with the life of a total in shape of deem in tow, the marriage
grim was the day a thought was born, to know the passion of thine
here is your tuft of hair with a blossom for each eye, in the stare of rage
cold senses in the dim light of eves
when the cull of decision is to be a plight of since
the liberty of courage was one more than them, the heroship of leads
to the new, the pace of intuition and the kind of near, as sins
the tarry of soil in my vanity
the cope you saw in a hands to be bereft
is but a kiss, in the stir of aging with sanity
these shoes of irony
in love with a sinister that, then this ordeal
is a beauty to find you in love with theirs, a date with impunity
that says the cult of idiocy for a listed weal
the role of vagueness, in the hearts will and win
this or miss the boat, the legend of sense to garner, for a date in infamy
then to think, the nose of reason in the limelight, the portion of skin
in your horrified face, I see the stone of now, the soul of instancy
kiss a fool with a bastion of misery, seemingly to know the ide's?
encourage the sick few of charisma in a craven mind to know a place in the sun?
where the stir of echoes in then mere of sad and wise courts of jude, lies?
still the mouth of a vision in flight, to know the cowardice of again?
your kiss, not mine
with the life of a total in shape of deem in tow, the marriage
grim was the day a thought was born, to know the passion of thine
here is your tuft of hair with a blossom for each eye, in the stare of rage
cold senses in the dim light of eves
when the cull of decision is to be a plight of since
the liberty of courage was one more than them, the heroship of leads
to the new, the pace of intuition and the kind of near, as sins
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Still A Plate Of Food, In Toes Of Disgust
Still A Plate Of Food, In Toes Of Disgust
