: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :7 a poem 4 fire - recited by jamal, ya'll
I learned the contours of her body much like a familiar street corner.... So nevermind........ Entering the local bodega frequently, often forgetting why I was "coming".... The door loosened..ajar with wind-blown emotions that never seem to stay long enough... I remain devoted to exiting sites fo carelessly cramped shelves... Becoming a consumer unlike myself rooted in wastefulness.... My love for her in high-priced pools of lust would reflect... My new intent is bargain hunting for intellect.....
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