Mamason

I told you the ukulele was a going away present from poppy.
That's my truth but not the worlds "ya know?"
She came home last night with a mouth full of wine and vigour and sour
notions about my whereabouts
that space you met in across my living room with the bear in the chair and
little(big) Santi.
oh but if we savor every last drop of our own mothers together this could work
see shes just so, not even with hair to the height at which i say
i lie about the length but you see again that's it my reality of my love is so
so so apparent and in existence you do see you just don't dance yet.
and you do see you just don't dance yet
i do have claims i just need to focus like always
this is nothing new to my will power.