and we build our monuments brushed in gold and silver, the stiffened fingers of gods on the skin of the earth/ gripping hard at her muddy flesh and then i'm choking/my tongue curling around the weight of the world, raw
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
