If ifs were ifs
I could be sitting on your laps
As I spell that dent on your teeth
Oh my heart feels soft and loft for you
I gather ounces of unforgettable vestiges
Deep into my pockets of unsung love
Ready to grab, chew and pooh the residues
Into the bin of jealous faces.
#Benard Benny Makanyise
The Poet - Nyanduri...✍🏾📖📚
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