Do not I sleep
in the wayward bush
under her deep
faultless mush
am I not the the hero
taught lessons of love
from ground zero
to the high dove
true beauty
comes and goes
I am free and me
and as for the hoes?
times temptation
of wasted lies
deep in contemplation
buzzing like flies
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