Digital drawing · poetry

November’s wallet.

. . . Will U invest,

in a life of mine?

Where all of my love,

kisses,

. . . hugs

embrace . . .

and my unconditional wallet can not buy.

Where you do love me,

when I am full.

At the moment I don’t have any,

you do keep me

at my full maximum capacity,

of what misery gives when all

of the cards are in debt lying in front me.

😜🙉🙅☝💉🆙🆕💀

©OAM

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