Love

You slept lonely without a presence
the young shall grow
Do you think I was blind
Putting canoe in your womb
Allowing virgins surround you

But you'd kiss me daunted
You cause an apple to fly
only with stingy chute
I wasn't intended to chant
like your old bad mother must do
she hitted me on a private

though that love wax
not strong —maybe when you
fine my house
i'll release it

Saviour A Willie
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