"Unequipped with a weapon...to my knees I've fallen....met with your knees is my jaw...cold, cruel, crooked knees...at ease"
No idea what this piece is about, or if I'm even referring to a literal woman....the flow of the river is not controlled by my mind but life.
*insert picture here*
and....a poem will go here..
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