Impromptu
i drink
of you and
spill you upon
mi blanco barba
lo siento
that's what
the translator
said to say but
my mind
my hands
my closed eyes
see how i feel
i'm
shallow
i'm
i don't know
a shore collecting seashells
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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