gold drains
from the sewer
i once inhabited
sewage piles up
on the banks
of the frisky
tunnel
leading to my
dizzy heart
slapping the shell
of me
with your bare
hands
-i can put up
with this
because i won’t
be locked
in the sewer
any longer
to see your
fern
colored eyes
scowl with scorn
praise the Lord
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
gold drains
from the sewer
i once inhabited
sewage piles up
on the banks
of the frisky
tunnel
leading to my
dizzy heart
slapping the shell
of me
with your bare
hands
-i can put up
with this
because i won’t
be locked
in the sewer
any longer
to see your
fern
colored eyes
scowl with scorn
praise the Lord
mañana ...yo voy a ser libre
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