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shivering sunrise, holy moment
wandering venus, waning crescent.

my train window splits the sun into three
and there’s silver mist rising from sparkling streams
and the fields are frosted, and glittering,
dawn sky, parts to pearlescence, light’s pouring in.
this is omniscient beauty, and with observance, you’ll see
how it moves through the morning as it moves through me.

(i think i’m in love with the south coast sea)



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