James Peranteau Poet Romanticism

grovy girl

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           i'm think'n 
            that that
     morning under the
          orange tree
          ourn teeth
  tear'n the succulent gift
                  uv
             Yahweh
             with our 
             giggling
              mawz
                lips

              lock'n
         mine glossa
              yourn
            squish'n 
           the juices
       like new loverz
           down our 
               chest
               yourn

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