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May 2019
i take shelter in your grooves
growing stronger in the curves
like whetstones smoothing and sharpening me down
to make a fine point

i wanted you to build with me
to push
me
up gently.

see if this rust
can turn into something beautiful
to see if rust
can be turned to gold
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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   Girard Tournesol and Poetria
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