towards the exhalting booth
dotherant's hardened mule
news of numbers and yearling's pew
ardvakians, mustering askance the dairy
frolic, adhere, nearer, when forward
finding in country
beliefs?
how have you been beaten?
never the please you say
smiteful river of dirt you burried?
startled priors, trampled by grass weavings
I shall share a terrain with newalking briarly today
in the moss groves of yourn I will a, wait
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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