i'm not your mother
the world awaits fragrance of a rose in the air
perception with a blue lining and white rings of cloud
lean into my belly button
wishing for Peter, my car mechanic
to find a pot of gold under his next job
put me on the freeway safe
so far
Duarte, California keeps two men in a world
where three men are creating bombs
and women struggle to have a voice of power
pulling up the ruins and sweeping off the dust
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