"There's no angel," G.L. Ford (September 2026)
There’s no angel
tastes like the groundfall apricot
Met brick and sun
one perfect afternoon
I didn’t miss you
so much as rolled the pit in my mouth
And spelled your name
tastes like the groundfall apricot
Met brick and sun
one perfect afternoon
I didn’t miss you
so much as rolled the pit in my mouth
And spelled your name
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