Since thenday. Sometime after
Blanketing myself in work,
Shea-butter weaknesses and
Fleeting glimpses of whenday.
Taken away in candle waxes,
Hotter fires burn under the
Folds of my fingers. It’s time.
Fine for solo saxes and touchday.
JN
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