its time to say goodbye
Every day I wake — my bed, I make;
My hands, I wash. Then I awaken my face.
With my imperfect smile, I dab some paste;
I shut my door, take a knee, and pray.
Praying to a God — that I’ve forsaken
now the thoughts of HER break-in.
Long have I pursued her taste;
My arms around her perfect waist.
Entice her wit…
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