As we sway
Like stone statutes
Under the tideless
Moon
As
We
/Cold marble/
The night
Away .
As we plummet,
Wet-winged to the
Sea .
And
Me ,
Gun-faced as
Children .
Wolf-mouthed , as
Love .
Bring me your/cities
To
Wipe spittle-edge .lips
With something to
Grip
To grip
T0
.grip
I
grip.you
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 6:44 AM UTC
As we sway
Like stone statutes
Under the tideless
Moon
As
We
/Cold marble/
The night
Away .
As we plummet,
Wet-winged to the
Sea .
And
Me ,
Gun-faced as
Children .
Wolf-mouthed , as
Love .
Bring me your/cities
To
Wipe spittle-edge .lips
With something to
Grip
To grip
T0
.grip
I
grip.you
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