tall limbs of time pressing heat into my skin im texting my dad to ask have you seen the tiny moon? in july's deep heat came here i am too covered in it every morning lifting beetles from their backs outside the green gems shake from the cloth, stirred into light i want you to see this so i am crying thinking you stretched out and golden and i am releasing your whimpers into the now sparkling air using my hands angel !!!! of night the small cool wings against my face and body ✱✱✱
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