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Black Love
Your kiss is a love letter to my heart
In bliss receiving with open arms
The purple pen you use rights all wrongs
Connecting me to you in a soulful song
Why is it we struggle within love
Embraces double like winged dove
We find a feud to be a tarp
In an hour or two making love like art
If we can find us over vanity
See green four leaf clover of sanity
Rainbow brushes beneath the waist
Passion gushes like water from lake
Not defined by lowest denomination
Black love in prime a tribal celebration.
11/24/23 Kandle Karen Jones
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Karen Jones
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