Yr Torture Toujours. . . . (Despite Ever-Bless ed Respites)

September 27, 2013

I won’t unearth or search for words to say

(He’ll stall, awaiting rainfall, mainly  all his way)

I would not define  an exact indefinite  shine on black

(He’ll stall, & sit out ever-bless ed respites,

Given  all  irresponsible  slack)

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.      .      .      .      it’s time  i need to feed this emaciated body of work.

.      .      .      .      this one’s for one who can console her man

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