i gots perfect vision
.
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
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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