26. Tethys

Lion mane / get your head around my
 heart / dearly departed / P.S. my words
are sorted into his and hers / dreams and
dirt.

Oh / girl / get your body down
around my brains / taste of
your skin / at the top of my mouth,
a cloud of moths dangled in
street light / a memory of you
in moments.

The End

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