always,
always, there is this hollow
of the shoulder bones
when you leave the room,
sinking deeper
into the waves
they conceal underneath,
as though you were
a ship headed home
and i the novice swimmer-
forgotten.
come back.
oar me for a split second?
always, there is this hollow
of the shoulder bones
when you leave the room,
sinking deeper
into the waves
they conceal underneath,
as though you were
a ship headed home
and i the novice swimmer-
forgotten.
come back.
oar me for a split second?
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