Her slippers jingles to the beat of a frying cassava
while all night claps to the lips of it Casanova
Once upon a time rigid sherry descending in gravity
Will she earn as sown when coccus corrode her cavity
Contract I do she grows Methuselah
Credit or debit she provides her children manna
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THE FALLEN BREAST
PoetryI bow my goddess idol like a mango tree I fall shout out to African mothers
