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you move like smoke over river dusk
and I—
I am clay after rain
i keep you in my mouth
you thin me out
from the inside
do not burn
meet me as ash
we are just two spirits
circling the same flame

you float like moths

I, a weighty velvet

to me you are drawn to feast

until I am light enough to join you in the night air

Mar 27
at
10:52 PM
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