Mrs Amore (An extract from,)

This is a blues that has me yellow and green,
Heated and melted from an anguish beyond heads,
Bruised within, without tissue to wipe or will to be dried,
To be safe
Retained by the Jazz vibe that birthed me into a night where the Sun,
Demanding respect, burnt a hole into the sky,
Visible to all truthful eyes.

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