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come clean

we sit back to back, your breath
always a step slow, rising over the young sunset

and mizzling down in gold blades,
spiralling in the interstices between our toes… 46 more words

Poetry

눈싸움 (blinking game)

i think i liked you more when there was less
of you to learn, before the seasons changed

and you fell along with the sun over the candlelight… 110 more words

Poetry