tellers flawed
sub test
bested friscans, outed
not a vow about it
sheens and dreams
cameroon once held blooms in truth
never hid out in bosnia long enough
with opened hands
looking be kind at him
israelly waters eyes so himilayan
an trapped
too wrapped in his daughters heyday's
brazillia soo wild and repressed
from americaint pick up the bodies
melted frets in my brush
strokes forgetting
english frustraiting the curved bowties
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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