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National Poetry Month 4/5/2018
I love a woman once
she did seem too hard to believe
like once she wore only perfume
lingering was her aroma
I thought me and her were inseparable
little than I know
she was too fragil to ever be two
I sweet talk her call her sweet names
brought her bundles
and when she be sick
I'll buy her meds
like today me and her almost kiss
but yet my forehead was touch
I needed her more than ever
cause today she relax me
& my anger moody ways
I wanted her dinner she gave me the combo
side of her thigh
me was her husband she my wife
we wasin't on some next life time type shit
today the present she my mine so I dig her like a shovel into the grave yard type shit
and when we were woke from my consciousness
so much till it was ravhishing dress
and mostly contiguous
the way her hips sway
lips red fro the dixi cups we ate
this could be real
so dont press this condition
take my legs and back rub my back too
if this too much we still can be cool

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