Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

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no punctuation for the win

sunset no. 2

March 26, 2019

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as i milk the moon
to her bright whiteness
and the sun
dyes his locks
in dark blue

i warble and wax
small
on the street corners
stretching out
with my steps

a shrine to small
gods
greater than you
they smile
from gardens of rose

slap-purple
wine bruised
i don’t dare watch
them
for too long

to disappear
into another
face
like rocks drowned
in rain pools

i keep walking
as the sun
sets
shoulders the
moon
 

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