The edges of me. Drawing Luke Hockley.
The edges of me
are harder, faster, sharper
than I think.
They blur and mush
and spike me unexpectedly.
Changing shape with the space
and time of day
and temperature
unforgiving
and harder, faster, sharper
these edges of me.
Love
Luke
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