WINE AND GATES
Home On The Range, With A Crooked Foot With A Limp...
Simple slices of pie
Anger in a dulling voice
Sweet to endeavor, notice silence
Is a duty's reward, off to either a choice
Sweet running's, of youth or the stain of remorse
Profound the coming and going, of shadow
The tale of yearning so obedient, a world adored
Since we only sit and yawn, gifts of beauty share shoulders
Promises to find, the better fruition
Anecdote in a colossal hurt
Hunger to finish the nuance of intuition
Tolls of suicides bell, where a shame that is, is to flirt?
A woman married...
A man married, in the ideas of vice
Sour to go, sourer to sew, when suggestion harried...?
Instinct is for luckier hap, semblances to question a new silence?
And a crooked cop...
With your name, number, and nation on a gun
Long talks with shyer distances to serpentry than we thought...
Mores and the wonder of yet to be seen, paradises children
Live and let live? as if war ever knew how to break a tooth...
Been the uncle of cope, the punk of dope, and the lunk of soap
Wishes I never saw, except to come forward and tell the truth
To a justice so blind, that some know where to put the spite with hope
Add the chalk, we never dew
Spirit in a courts charisma, the turn of vagueness into cancer...
Thrown to the pride, the weariness of winds that make a sound, youth?
Lights on or loving in the dark, is my next judgment a vain shower?
Soap with an angel's tune under its breath
Looking for the presence, the drip of a kiss, that only a real sunshine...
Heaven with a rule of thumb, that has, the order of death
A page from decisions bible, that knew you in the name, we hide...
Anger in a dulling voice
Sweet to endeavor, notice silence
Is a duty's reward, off to either a choice
Sweet running's, of youth or the stain of remorse
Profound the coming and going, of shadow
The tale of yearning so obedient, a world adored
Since we only sit and yawn, gifts of beauty share shoulders
Promises to find, the better fruition
Anecdote in a colossal hurt
Hunger to finish the nuance of intuition
Tolls of suicides bell, where a shame that is, is to flirt?
A woman married...
A man married, in the ideas of vice
Sour to go, sourer to sew, when suggestion harried...?
Instinct is for luckier hap, semblances to question a new silence?
And a crooked cop...
With your name, number, and nation on a gun
Long talks with shyer distances to serpentry than we thought...
Mores and the wonder of yet to be seen, paradises children
Live and let live? as if war ever knew how to break a tooth...
Been the uncle of cope, the punk of dope, and the lunk of soap
Wishes I never saw, except to come forward and tell the truth
To a justice so blind, that some know where to put the spite with hope
Add the chalk, we never dew
Spirit in a courts charisma, the turn of vagueness into cancer...
Thrown to the pride, the weariness of winds that make a sound, youth?
Lights on or loving in the dark, is my next judgment a vain shower?
Soap with an angel's tune under its breath
Looking for the presence, the drip of a kiss, that only a real sunshine...
Heaven with a rule of thumb, that has, the order of death
A page from decisions bible, that knew you in the name, we hide...
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Home On The Range, With A Crooked Foot With A Limp...
Home On The Range, With A Crooked Foot With A Limp...