The Way
It's a slop of a silken surface
Forming that multi-faceted glaze
Can't you see?
It's been done so many times before
It's bone-achingly exhausting
What is to be done?
Nothing that can't be undone
Can you help me untwist my feet?
Go slow, slow, slow
I'm so happy
You get money to teach us
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Ash SF | Year Posted 2026
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