taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
shiva
Shiva walked backward to sot her sodden fay
its wing a precious jewel storming her bodice
bodkin to her bustless way
manned demobbed she was tart fruit futile bliss
of her ghast past.
what socky meter was that?
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