Shucks
I win you over before you know what’s happened.
Swallowing crucifies,
No one has flown this high.
I’m borrowing your own happiness.
Joy is oxygen, really.
Crown yourself the Queen of Peace.
This world is an oyster to be shucked.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015
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