The night inward
left me little everythings
crumbs from the moon
birthmarks she circulates so softly
freckles i can't brush off
barely lighter than coffee
the art of remembering them
lumps of sugar
smooth
the sweet softness lifts me
the forgotten kid and
everything i can't make out.
left me little everythings
crumbs from the moon
birthmarks she circulates so softly
freckles i can't brush off
barely lighter than coffee
the art of remembering them
lumps of sugar
smooth
the sweet softness lifts me
the forgotten kid and
everything i can't make out.
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