WINE AND GATES
Both Echoes Are Owned, Holding The Lips?
wishes
in simple ways, the door on vices
the role or the foolery of isn't
thence the part, of places in the defense of could, wisen's
dumbed, born to hum's
thought's of jade, next to a love
time with a poise, points to arogancy to shun
minding the toes of need, the waiting does
places if the star of handsomeness
the gall of dim neglect, in the myriad done
this shed tear is for the missed
way to anger that has the worth of a conscience
this song and that act
if salt to know fault, the wake of being
is burden enough to collect a bared fact
of sensation to the quick, in the intellect of earning
think the food is for all?
suggest the candor of sour need, and you get a mystery
of clashes of senses for the with and the aged fall
of common dread in the stir of history
tenths of a city
the question to ashes and the rash knee of desperation
where even a coping eye of sincerity will know, the frustration of pity
in these shoes is a lived soul, that knew the estranged intuition
tall city, with a shadow to eat for the night
in these warm wishes to keep a lover at bay
the dancing of answers in the earth, to know a right
to the truth, the patience or the passion, of a voices sanity...
in simple ways, the door on vices
the role or the foolery of isn't
thence the part, of places in the defense of could, wisen's
dumbed, born to hum's
thought's of jade, next to a love
time with a poise, points to arogancy to shun
minding the toes of need, the waiting does
places if the star of handsomeness
the gall of dim neglect, in the myriad done
this shed tear is for the missed
way to anger that has the worth of a conscience
this song and that act
if salt to know fault, the wake of being
is burden enough to collect a bared fact
of sensation to the quick, in the intellect of earning
think the food is for all?
suggest the candor of sour need, and you get a mystery
of clashes of senses for the with and the aged fall
of common dread in the stir of history
tenths of a city
the question to ashes and the rash knee of desperation
where even a coping eye of sincerity will know, the frustration of pity
in these shoes is a lived soul, that knew the estranged intuition
tall city, with a shadow to eat for the night
in these warm wishes to keep a lover at bay
the dancing of answers in the earth, to know a right
to the truth, the patience or the passion, of a voices sanity...
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Both Echoes Are Owned, Holding The Lips?
Both Echoes Are Owned, Holding The Lips?