Grounds 5B

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my breasts out of their bra cups swing low, sweet chariots of milk the babies rode into the sunset, horses rehooved several times, the coach reupholstered for aesthetic comfort the reins gone slack, leather doesn't last forever despite the advertisements coming for to carry me home

THEREFORE: my breasts out of their bra cups coming for to carry me home

© Christakos Margaret