BCF ((May 13th,1988- / New York)

Adieu

As I write

she sits on a porch blowing wind at the trees

speaking in a language foreign to my ears

admiration ensues..

she bends tree trunks with her native whispers

behind every strong man you'll find a weakness for her

her eyes lure me into a covenant

Hers forever...no doublethought

Ayo Nisha'

they'll never figure us out, my love...

& with 3 sweet kisses

bids me

Adieu

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