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Sep 17
every evening i slaughter the sun.
every evening i cut her up on unforgiving mountain peaks
i dip her blood orange blistered flesh in saltwater;
i do this for the moon.
the sun gurgles as she drowns
gloam
Written by
remington carter  18/F/pennsylvania
(18/F/pennsylvania)   
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