A freestyle for Momma

Dear Momma..

Love is this straight shooter..
see right thru her..
convoluted intruder..
throwing up signs of a sleeper in his prime..
shaking me down to no surprise..
awakening the fire in "I"
tempted to play with fate..
circles they violate..
Penetrate ..

love awaits ..
turning pages..

How can she speak so Frankly and matter factly? 

Well because ...

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