fixed nights
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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