all uv the tits
.
they all flock
and into mine garden
rest
they barter
"seeds for
mine eyne's please"
they gather 'bout the
water sculpt
they gather 'bout mine
window
once or thrice
one
got in
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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