Kate Moss drops a dime on the devil

A Poem by Anon ymous

She lights a match,
rubs the ash between her fingers.

Realizes how much remains
to be unsaid

It’s difficult to resist
the feeling of weightlessness
that comes from longing.

The sea cowers.

If she were strong enough,
she would worship it.

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