Thursday, May 7, 2026

What you wish and it burn up. 

I await you. 

Poets penance. 

For once notion, 

circumstance ripple and sharks. 

Gentle giant and defiance. 

We made vigilant until the day love. 

The wheel I spun for loved you since. 

Tongue tied in spite my hustle. 

Draw you nigh. You trust. 

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What you wish and it burn up.  I await you.  Poets penance.  For once notion,  circumstance ripple and sharks.  Gentle giant and defiance.  ...