sun touches the earth
the line becomes more
and more defined
a firmness in your belly
metallic taste on your tongue
little moons
running wide orbits
circling you
the sun cool the ice
burning hot
the kids
sweeping up
after you
not everyone's gonna be
what the world wants
you to be
wiping the palms
off the glass you
wait for night
to forget
#katyamills
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