My own head rests easily in my own hands
My back my feet my nose nestle so cozy in my bed
My own throat push out my name so proper and free as a witch
So fly
But wouldn't it be nice
If you were here too
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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