love's bullet
.
It's really not
Her eyne
or any uv the clay
Our Heavenly Father
Formed her uv
though help it
does
It's more the know
the force behind
hern move
rov'n 'bout mine clay
hern never mind
mine thug
hern mend mine
woundz
hern attention
to whut's left
uv
mine attention
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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