James Peranteau Poet Prose Poetry

i gots perfect vision

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                 i kept mine 
                duke's digits
               unto mineself
                 mine eyne
              i had no control
           mine poetic think'd
                     yesss
                  and again 
                i rush'd home
           tuh pictate whut mine
                     beheld

             she wore thuh soft
                  camisole top
                       with 
               spaghetti stringz
                      loose
                blatantly loose

                and over hern
                      bent
                front mine see


                       tap

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