late gold summer we catch glitter in the heat filled sky teeth sunk in pomegranates, liquid pezzottaite coating my tongue. tedious limbs, we touch and raise foxes in the underlying of our ribs the language you speak now is unfamiliar in my ears, reminds me of your love for foreign films the sun, like a daylily and the air smells of dandelions it all leaves a bitter taste in the back of my throat. ✱✱✱
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