Yellow California part 1 (spam poem) by Vanessa Lee

Breathed.

looking at least

the breakfast,

Please.

tried to watch

the prison.

Nursery door open

and snuggled against it

what Happy he had ever known

what? she Replied,

"with us it is now easy.

Over. pretty much."

he needed her mouth.

was taking this morning.

he Exclaimed and eagerly kissed

the nursery door.

Please god

would like the open bedroom.

Realized how over it is.