Hung Town

Yours soft
All bets down
Mine
Are the soft fest
Hung town
Dont ask if they fit
Lung
She falls too a nest
Passing my kiss
Or the brush
Instrument sound 
Did it hurt
The seemed touch for the time keeper
Send for her 
Period
There lay the points of precision
So many forms of luv
I will
Hear them all
Taking position
Mother
Of all crist 
Send the path for this home