BILL(INN)

Bill(inn)

i wept
soaked in the
inn of billing
despirate & dubious
to bite & burn my dime

i winced
& got whipped
after she touched me
& as soon as the magic hand
on head disappears; then nothing remains
for a hopeful affection of billing.

i yelled
by a fondness that
after leaving the inn
billing follows afterwards

then; when she ever come 
billing for things at your feet
push them down and avoid 
any invitations to there feats.


AfeezWrites







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