Azare
friends or enemies?
are these smiling gaunts
or the dreams
that atimes
wake you sweating
and atimes smiling...
are these blinking, bleaking and blemishing
sorts that covers with sighs
and coughs the see-throughs
friends?
are they? these smiling, flattering
masters of sweet-kind-unfairness
talk, smile, clue-give with measured unfairness
heart of the tongue
keep riding
friends or dreams, fly and fly
to brim
one day a horse in hand will fly
and ride through the thicket
of your spider manument
it will be a boom
and a doom.
or the dreams
that atimes
wake you sweating
and atimes smiling...
are these blinking, bleaking and blemishing
sorts that covers with sighs
and coughs the see-throughs
friends?
are they? these smiling, flattering
masters of sweet-kind-unfairness
talk, smile, clue-give with measured unfairness
heart of the tongue
keep riding
friends or dreams, fly and fly
to brim
one day a horse in hand will fly
and ride through the thicket
of your spider manument
it will be a boom
and a doom.
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friends or enemies?
friends or enemies?
