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phlwest Sep 3
we kiss
like tides unsure of the shore
phlwest Aug 24
I only realize I’m late once I notice that the woman with
Medusa’s curls isn’t at the platform.
People as units of measure.
The clock of the world.
phlwest Aug 23
the sun swore at us in pink:
'take the ******* hint'
we took it and ****** again.
phlwest Aug 18
third degree burns
just thinking about you
phlwest Aug 17
backs against the roof
heads tilted, eye to eye
sun down, night skies
there's beauty in you
the endless kind

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