spring'z anxious vision
.
i pluck the bud
i latch to it
it's tight
and carry it (with utmost)
into mine
think's loft
resting it front mine
vision
tip'n mine tea
past
mine mawz
it's slide down
mine
gullet
whilst mine frenetic
digits
spill
mine find
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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