A new verse from returning contributor @loverpoetic.bsky.social:
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a cup left to the night milk holding a pale moon moth-bright wings brushing the rim my mouth tastes tin
candle smoke
undoing
my fingerprints
ā C.X. Turner
a cup left to the night milk holding a pale moon moth-bright wings brushing the rim my mouth tastes tincandle smokeundoingmy fingerprints ā C.X. Turner
