WINE AND GATES
Life In The Forest And River Today Older Xactly...
if in love
why the alien?
tomorrow in does this seat have a covenant?
of chance or change for us, the still of rhymes and its reasoning
today the blue of the sky, like senses found
the wash of composure in another's eyes, hasn't
the survival instinct nor the surmised insight of a dutied coward...
in its wishes for the small of the lax few in norms to due, lips of meant...
candy, the tooth of final pushes and rushes of hurried not
to come before us, the life to will in the milling dreams of oddity we know
the care or the capability of jaundiced salt, is this knuckle of mine for you, or ought?
to finish a sentence we both know to begin with a meal of severer try's at the end, hold...?
my tongue for me when I see the ruse of an enemy, it's the truth in here
sing to my banality for a shamed eye to prosper, that has my name on it
make love to my doors and kind before sleepy minds that has, treacle to appear
when of my knee and the seen destiny of causes succinct, that was candor of pride to spite
if you want the moon, to say hello...
the sun on the other hand, is simply water to accept, for a smile in the livid way
we cope with angering others that don't know the seeking heat of the wind to blow
shame? steadfast? sourness? salvation? simplicity? sameness? your stupid snake...
mine on the other hand is here, the toil of uneven wishes for the senses to approve
the care in the pan, or the careful in the panic
the walls themselves say the obvious oddity of authority to characterize the does
with a naked thought, is my truer kiss in your hand for the night, or day to attest tragedy?
lonely to few, the excuse of demands in the scare of poise, how
is your bosom ever more than sight for sore eyes, the truth is in that freckle
are we somewhere else than living in whole or thoroughly atoned hell, like the cow
the said the nary come fell of a serious tooth ache, my shame is meant to be here, come hell...
why the alien?
tomorrow in does this seat have a covenant?
of chance or change for us, the still of rhymes and its reasoning
today the blue of the sky, like senses found
the wash of composure in another's eyes, hasn't
the survival instinct nor the surmised insight of a dutied coward...
in its wishes for the small of the lax few in norms to due, lips of meant...
candy, the tooth of final pushes and rushes of hurried not
to come before us, the life to will in the milling dreams of oddity we know
the care or the capability of jaundiced salt, is this knuckle of mine for you, or ought?
to finish a sentence we both know to begin with a meal of severer try's at the end, hold...?
my tongue for me when I see the ruse of an enemy, it's the truth in here
sing to my banality for a shamed eye to prosper, that has my name on it
make love to my doors and kind before sleepy minds that has, treacle to appear
when of my knee and the seen destiny of causes succinct, that was candor of pride to spite
if you want the moon, to say hello...
the sun on the other hand, is simply water to accept, for a smile in the livid way
we cope with angering others that don't know the seeking heat of the wind to blow
shame? steadfast? sourness? salvation? simplicity? sameness? your stupid snake...
mine on the other hand is here, the toil of uneven wishes for the senses to approve
the care in the pan, or the careful in the panic
the walls themselves say the obvious oddity of authority to characterize the does
with a naked thought, is my truer kiss in your hand for the night, or day to attest tragedy?
lonely to few, the excuse of demands in the scare of poise, how
is your bosom ever more than sight for sore eyes, the truth is in that freckle
are we somewhere else than living in whole or thoroughly atoned hell, like the cow
the said the nary come fell of a serious tooth ache, my shame is meant to be here, come hell...
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Life In The Forest And River Today Older Xactly...
Life In The Forest And River Today Older Xactly...