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I'm standing still with a slight smirk on my wry face
Listening to the sounds of erratic city howl
Burned grass slips between my fingers
Scent

The barman is closing he said you must get going he wore a wry smile in his face.
One more for the road to ease my heavy load and I'll be out of this

His face placid, fragile blue
His azure walls reflecting you

Silver threads from heaven
In a word are broken

Silver threads from heaven
Disfigured

thoughtlessly sink
Slowly weakening your ties
Did you fly yourself a little high?
Just to look around and find no allies
Friendly faces turning wry
Only feeling

Being old's something sneaks up on you fast
You don't seem to notice the years going past
c glance in the mirror can raise a wry smile
ct the old

surprised me to say,[01:36.77]A wry smile lit up her face[01:41.32]"I was passing this joint of ill repute[01:45.77]And recognized your 50's

your scalp flakes
Just let it get plump and take
 
It's either my face or your labour
Wry Neck Day is almost here so
Bring in the man buns and unlicked

I
Leave my past behind
Moving forward shakes my tangled plans of future

I
Leave my fields behind
Expecting faces with an air of resolution

When my

The author does the writing, the god is still smiting
Still fighting 'gainst the right wry smiles warm with inviting lighting
They don't come round

Is keepin' your upper lip stiff like you got a starched face
I'd rather swerve the notion 
See how the shark sways
Smoother than lotion, out here

the science of buttercup light
Under my chin doesn't work anymore
I've lost the taste for better butter
But I bite the bitter bait of truth
A sour face aloof

Faces have gone, ways have passed
Some things are wrong. Some wrong things last
There's a lack of being
Take the color from meaning

Homestead

face under a peaceful sky
Seasons come and go
Earth above is heavier by the day

He used to smile and laugh, be happy, make love
This was about to be

about and how the color of my skin means I can't be depressed. The black boy better grab on to those boot straps.

The dry, wry encouragement of roll up

will worship you 
For I live for your little sighs
The audience are just trying their best 
Our limbs all wriggling and wry

Fold out
Fold out
So that I

the comfort of pressing every button
Voluptuous face feeds from my ventilator
Feeds the incentive put you back in your place
Mouth words real quiet like
The cut

Once upon a time off the coast of Belize
On a tiny little island thick with sand fleas
There was a wry young traveler living whim to whim 
Who spent

face the camera with that stare,
cnd not be looking at your favorite photographer.

You ask me to cry, so you can cry.
It's written in your manuscript.

a bivouac before it starts to rain again
If it lasts it’s a blessing cuz everything else is always cavin’ in
I miss the rays of sun and faces full of radiance

your face
So long the twilight stands

October lies
It's sills and paint are cold
October lies
A fairytale it's sold

Don't claim you've found its riches

that for now
Fade away
Fade away

The end is here and all that I can say is “when”
Not “how” or “why” or something droll or wry, instead
I pull up from

Trapped in a Stockholm Syndrome

Now the wry is just bad news
All this killing a death don't even shock you
The world is burning on a short fuse
But

wry excuses 

I put a bold bitch in her place
And I tell a gold digger witch to her face:
“I’m a so-so homo mofo bozo
Fo’ sho’! Oh, no! Go home”

Echoes and whispers passing
Fall deaf on silent ears
When tears remain unnoticed
Silence turns in to fear
Faces are just a memory
The ghosts you fear