when the walls drink my moan nails click like teeth the joists smell of wing-dust I lean in whispering torn silk
morning chill
his breath
of moths
— C.X. Turner
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when the walls drink my moan nails click like teeth the joists smell of wing-dust I lean in whispering torn silk
morning chill
his breath
of moths
— C.X. Turner
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