All night long
I peel off layers of me
thinking up poetry
with my fingers and lips
the little moon melts
and melts
purer than fire
in the morning, I am wax again
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 5:27 PM UTC
All night long
I peel off layers of me
thinking up poetry
with my fingers and lips
the little moon melts
and melts
purer than fire
in the morning, I am wax again
undated
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