My Poetry, Poems, Short Poems, The Brooklyn Chronicles Work Image | Posted on November 22, 2017 by A. Long why she whine down break him beauty create boundless space so they ask how she move how they float roun’ runnin’ with one body flowin’ into each motion as fast as rhythmically possible bruk it Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related