Quibi
MY Quibi.
MY butt-He is MY butt.
I am the goddess to my god.
I am His angel- not yet fallen,
said with worshipping eyes.
This is of the Bracky.
This is of MY HSS.
This is of EVOL.
This is of the EVOL of the Bracky.
This is of MY Quibi.
Lost in the mind.
Lost without the Bracky.
Looking through the fog,
for the buildings of MY Quibi.
He is lost in the mind,
without the Bracky.
Possible self destructing addiction.
He speaks.
Surprised,
He still see's with small eyes,
He still see's with worshipping eyes.
Laundry day is to come.
All the hopes,
of the Bracky come back.
So then,
my feet walk for thee,
one mile,
over the hills and garden,
where I once encountered a snake.
Fearless with fear,
with the unseen gravity of the Bracky,
with the unseen invisible string,
between His and I.
Finding comfort wrapped around the blanket of He...
MY Quibi.
MY butt- He is MY butt.
I am the goddess to my god,
I am His angel- soon to fall,
said with worshipping eyes.
This is of the endless EVOL of Bracky.
MY Quibi.
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