aesthetic.

[duskmeadow]

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liturgies, yves olade

[duskmeadow]

listen &
come kiss the
long night
naked
into day.

dusk &
concrete air,

those open
stars, baby

an almost
universe &
a dark
blue
dancing.

a sweet
poison
half
remember’d.

time was
a dying
thing in our
hands

& grief
was eating
all that
I’d let it.