The Trellis Aptitudeless

The Trellis Aptitudeless
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Andrew Defrederico - 2021 Oct 16 14:39


Hours upon lay bed set aside aide
Waves at me the solemn aptitude
To do the things I do in a tune
Ranting and raving the gallop of desire
Feeding the hungry to a born brave
Is for a fortune in believe

Can count the stars, each lonely apart
Distance shades in the new rising
For a wedding of blood to arrive
Daunting as seen by the heart of taken
Has to I the running of a man for
His dead as can be, as was before always to be

Have for a moon that sets to the saddened
Light in darkness, stones gather the stone
Your be, said I, unto them, freedom at last
Gave trellis to climb, the vine of drink
That lasts for a short be of time gaven for
Would last forever, is but too short of need