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she wore her anklets
like a secret scripture.
each silver chime
a sonnet to the earth
and every step,
an heirloom
of forgotten goddesses
as though the moon
had shattered
into ornaments
and chosen her ankles
to remember its light.
any.elvis
@anyelvis · 9 days ago · Poetry
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Bibliophile. Philomath. Lover of liminal hours.
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