after I Say by Jonathan Regier
A moth one of itself
says thereby do not
burn this bride of the sun colored so Praise
God having never known abstinence
with itself or periwinkle within
a pretty metal feather, a mouth less so
but open I am a feather on the
breath of a moth.
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