Spanky Sundays Poem by Erika Conti
Spanky Sundays
Rating: ★4.5
What did you do in your spanky sundays
beneath my nothing makes sense
and my everything does
What your thoughts were wondering at
when i was thinking of the biggest frame
what did you tell her about me
when she wanted to be the one
did you think that i cared
did you think that it mattered
did you think that i never knew
about your spanky sundays
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4/25/2024 1:34:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lack of respect is very painful and every time it happens whatever the situation is, we should make it visible. it cares, it matters. thank you for sharing.