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A garden of lights: blooms glitter across velvet darkness, wild, watching. Cold windows. Open eyes. A silk sea. A hollow silence to fill up. A tongue of fire, a pool of white wax, nearly hot enough to brand skin. I, dressed in jasmine, move through sin-lit night into your sinewy arms.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
scenes from floor 38
A garden of lights: blooms glitter across velvet darkness, wild, watching. Cold windows. Open eyes. A silk sea. A hollow silence to fill up. A tongue of fire, a pool of white wax, nearly hot enough to brand skin. I, dressed in jasmine, move through sin-lit night into your sinewy arms.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
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