A current pushes under my skin, nudges upward.
If I bite through, I can resurrect it
see it rustle the embers -- a hieroglyphic of heart with a faux rainbow shun past clouds and twilight gases, near the stars, though not sought enough.
Do I fan or foam?
Feast or feign...?
Another night picture to canvas the moon.
If I bite through, I can resurrect it
see it rustle the embers -- a hieroglyphic of heart with a faux rainbow shun past clouds and twilight gases, near the stars, though not sought enough.
Do I fan or foam?
Feast or feign...?
Another night picture to canvas the moon.
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