‘where do circles begin?’
an eye for an eye for an eye.
goin’ on ‘n on ’bout your missteps.
been dust ‘n sweat swirlin’ down that drain,
and maybe stare at the stars for a while,
Poor,
safe-sex-scented,
Children,
Afterwards she always glowed.
it don’t
‘n her lips sparkled,
’cause I got this jackhammer heart,
I write like I write like I write, ‘n it don’t hold much stock with reality.
Above–above–above all else.
that golden glow all around,
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