Hath Of Jordan
Sad like a voicemail through
out lungs burned like a burden
of course story like tears
I acknowledge you sending me,
stall but stone hard as joy proud
to hear her voice
Though love stained glass of wine
a prayer for thighs thick as Stella
laughed at Jordans beauty
Still I acknowledge you as water
Heather on plantation and days
Grow us dear
Plantard Dacull
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