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• Bombyx mori

  

  I cannot rage against the dying of the light- rage against the tide the callous or the morning // Early doors, she the veiled beauty glides Black silk in ribbons over palest skin And the dimple of a hip joint. the finest fingers veritably ravel back unto the spool. // Essence, fury, love, and loss…

  Gardener

  October 15, 2022

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