Finishing the remnant spirit
In my glass Reminiscing of times past Where I stormed through grass Breathing into cold brass Deep down Beneath brow I locked away desires of no sound Bound To precious sounds of Madam’s song My tongue still speaks of you Hoping her love would rain down From the pink clouds Of affection’s mound. Im here if you choose to look; I’ll be here if you decide to swim Just know It’s because of you My Love first shook #NewAuthor#BlackAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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