WINE AND GATES
Pathetic Is Takes Yet Did A Truer Etc Sate...?
tenderer than you, bustling
requited misogyny that cruised, liberally
integrity formed the words, fancifully
kisses in the dark, totally
singing to myself, singing to angry now's
the taste of suicide for a new ship, to the next in line
for a brazen pressure to see, the needs of ugly moments worth the how
in perplexing note, what has a hand to sit and say a lucky rhyme?
ears that burn, with a smile in the due, easy time for a clashing form
in the must of the yearning house, on the hill with a sassy truth
the common to found omitted on, the such of another day in the skill's of norms
with business at hand, and a hat on the table, yawning babies with wishes for you...
that and then, to live in our laughs for a single day working for more
just to like a house with hardships in the nix, the fickle news of a tooth
sent to the north for a let and a worm
beckoning to shall's of chance, the toil of another soul, the praise for more to hear, pure
is it me, or did that kid just eat snow?
what the hell is this summer bell and angel of sour mistakes made from?
the care of a cursory look at thoughts for ancient miles until we hold...
the newness of coping with a terror in the smiles of others, words to live by senses that come
tears that said hello, know how to save the doors of eternity from the bolt of excuses
wax with a sanity in toe, have held the miracle of kindness for a lip of done and duty
mucus that searched for a silent change in the hills of dreams and the neglect of woes, looses
spittle in hap for the rest of liberty to see, has somewhere to go for a livid who'd, coulding
sweat that rhymed with noxious tubes and virulent moves of the needy stare of others, shoulders
where or what has a lip of chastity been?
my guess is still on history, to walk merrily if not fairly in the path of she'll
places of courage and homage come nigh the stead of dim ignorance of lucre in voices to keen
happy with a flower that sings to heaven and knows how to pray with us for a seasons new smile?
ate it...
and moment's with being and helping hours of never to remember the pass of love all the while?
panic at the sight of a glint of inanity for God given smarts, try the name of which isn't...
requited misogyny that cruised, liberally
integrity formed the words, fancifully
kisses in the dark, totally
singing to myself, singing to angry now's
the taste of suicide for a new ship, to the next in line
for a brazen pressure to see, the needs of ugly moments worth the how
in perplexing note, what has a hand to sit and say a lucky rhyme?
ears that burn, with a smile in the due, easy time for a clashing form
in the must of the yearning house, on the hill with a sassy truth
the common to found omitted on, the such of another day in the skill's of norms
with business at hand, and a hat on the table, yawning babies with wishes for you...
that and then, to live in our laughs for a single day working for more
just to like a house with hardships in the nix, the fickle news of a tooth
sent to the north for a let and a worm
beckoning to shall's of chance, the toil of another soul, the praise for more to hear, pure
is it me, or did that kid just eat snow?
what the hell is this summer bell and angel of sour mistakes made from?
the care of a cursory look at thoughts for ancient miles until we hold...
the newness of coping with a terror in the smiles of others, words to live by senses that come
tears that said hello, know how to save the doors of eternity from the bolt of excuses
wax with a sanity in toe, have held the miracle of kindness for a lip of done and duty
mucus that searched for a silent change in the hills of dreams and the neglect of woes, looses
spittle in hap for the rest of liberty to see, has somewhere to go for a livid who'd, coulding
sweat that rhymed with noxious tubes and virulent moves of the needy stare of others, shoulders
where or what has a lip of chastity been?
my guess is still on history, to walk merrily if not fairly in the path of she'll
places of courage and homage come nigh the stead of dim ignorance of lucre in voices to keen
happy with a flower that sings to heaven and knows how to pray with us for a seasons new smile?
ate it...
and moment's with being and helping hours of never to remember the pass of love all the while?
panic at the sight of a glint of inanity for God given smarts, try the name of which isn't...
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Pathetic Is Takes Yet Did A Truer Etc Sate...?
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