WINE AND GATES
Then Thunder Stole The Stranger Side ...
same time yesterday
for a salt should in the shade of today
somewhere important, the suck of many
shames of said, the stone to sates
said ten times too fast, to sin
for a fruit of conscience in the sun
we remember your eclectic shoulder, like a kin
we know the share of solitude for a since in season to shun
sassy and sour to the sore head of sulking
the shape of things to sigh, milk
is ours for a song, the wage of a new idea in the lilting
judge a soldier in the stir of things, that has somber news for ilk
silk in the mirror, we reach for the made bed...
the classic order in the sit of words, the thought of senses...
in the skill of choices in the safety of a riddling head...
futures with a foot for you, want to know the collected shines...
of a solemn day with a news for you
that never quite made it, the place of searching for
the next in line to develop the class in the soul, of all to soon
the war with angels in our such, the more we know the some, doors
sandy stares at your shared shall and ought
the walking of demonstration for the tool right about talking
to the sense of oddity that has come, to this look of now, the taught
where and wishes of wandering, wondering in your place of chance, that is lacking...
tale of sincerity
this role of sickness is here to come, the implied
city of energies your familiar with, the integrity
is a motion of heed the only way to a mankind, heart or hide?
for a salt should in the shade of today
somewhere important, the suck of many
shames of said, the stone to sates
said ten times too fast, to sin
for a fruit of conscience in the sun
we remember your eclectic shoulder, like a kin
we know the share of solitude for a since in season to shun
sassy and sour to the sore head of sulking
the shape of things to sigh, milk
is ours for a song, the wage of a new idea in the lilting
judge a soldier in the stir of things, that has somber news for ilk
silk in the mirror, we reach for the made bed...
the classic order in the sit of words, the thought of senses...
in the skill of choices in the safety of a riddling head...
futures with a foot for you, want to know the collected shines...
of a solemn day with a news for you
that never quite made it, the place of searching for
the next in line to develop the class in the soul, of all to soon
the war with angels in our such, the more we know the some, doors
sandy stares at your shared shall and ought
the walking of demonstration for the tool right about talking
to the sense of oddity that has come, to this look of now, the taught
where and wishes of wandering, wondering in your place of chance, that is lacking...
tale of sincerity
this role of sickness is here to come, the implied
city of energies your familiar with, the integrity
is a motion of heed the only way to a mankind, heart or hide?
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Then Thunder Stole The Stranger Side ...
Then Thunder Stole The Stranger Side ...