a cup left to the night milk holding a pale moon moth-bright wings brushing the rim my mouth tastes tin
candle smoke
undoing
my fingerprints
— C.X. Turner
salt on the windowsill
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a cup left to the night milk holding a pale moon moth-bright wings brushing the rim my mouth tastes tin
candle smoke
undoing
my fingerprints
— C.X. Turner
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