Fool 4 - Democracy

How You think

Is You to me
What You Think, Democracy.

Your Body's 1'st

The Masters home
Sea of comfort, on a bed of stone.

Search th@ light

You hold inside
Then, kiss me fool, lets ride.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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