Poppy Lips by Gerry Mitchell
I weary frm longing. ...born in the nte...
your lips likie poppy....your my Opium... need your lips....the moonlight falls....
Like an axe....set the nte to weeping.
Its in my intrest that you ex-ist.... In the lazy wayz......
Of fate do you still exist.? On the Obscure fringe benefits 0f 10ve.
Workmanly....bore me frm the factory Of fate just by the gate to cemetray...
The mother i wanted....dark...melanch-Olic 10st in world...Of anxious m00d pure dark.
Seepiang thru the sulphurlus immortalty enigma feeling strangely depressed.
Let my 10ss be returned to me.
You may return what is 10st to me.
All time to gloat On the m00n.
There must my Other a sister frm midnte.
You are my Opium with Out you i dont exist.
In lazy wayz...hope you might appear. Our 10ve exists your the 1 for me Obscure On fringe benefits 0f 10ve.
Enigmas evolve are you sacrifise or gift.
Wizard dream up the key t0 all Of this where can my Other be.
LOst by some slow ceramOney.
In sOme Obscure s10w ceremOny we did we meet.
My self evaporates i 10ng for you.
A drOught Of l0neliness....like a glove crinkled by the theatre.
