CrosS
CrosS
My cross is made of love and dragon fly wings my faith is her who loves me so deep inside a heart so true my crown is just a ball cap with the name of this city that eye live in or the state one that eye wear to hide my head in this established place to work on poetry to hide to then escape from boredom and from finitude some problems have occurred to her in solving them we love the ewe my cross to bear is love.
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