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Bag Of Bones
Fold Winters breath between hidden valley
Beats break like no other
across the literal back
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin
lost indentations that no longer remain
pierce the lonely mind
solemn statues, ornament objects
shine
to shine in the dark with widening iris
shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises
The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb
kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time-
loss
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat
a token of appreciation
where Mary says "together
"Oh Mary Mother of God"
Yes
will, that fills the belly burning hot
were it not easily remembered
backboard beats and giggling
where the storm raged
the eye shifting from beauty mark
bones,
bag of certain dust
dry over many fires
we've watched the flames
rise
orange, red and yellow
close
the oven door fading blue
the window remains
turns...eventual ash
Beats break like no other
across the literal back
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin
lost indentations that no longer remain
pierce the lonely mind
solemn statues, ornament objects
shine
to shine in the dark with widening iris
shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises
The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb
kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time-
loss
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat
a token of appreciation
where Mary says "together
"Oh Mary Mother of God"
Yes
will, that fills the belly burning hot
were it not easily remembered
backboard beats and giggling
where the storm raged
the eye shifting from beauty mark
bones,
bag of certain dust
dry over many fires
we've watched the flames
rise
orange, red and yellow
close
the oven door fading blue
the window remains
turns...eventual ash
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