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I think I’m beginning to collect the
ones that we call “nice”
He caresses my skin in the early hours of the morning and
I am submerged in
Safety and water and
Mounds and mounds of pillows
And fire blankets and
Is this adulthood?
All of us asking the questions
We’ve asked ourselves over
And over and over again once every year
And is it enough
To validate ourselves in the other or
Does it require more fire, more sun, more evenings
Of longing and heartstrings
tugged
but you caress my spine anyway
and the divide between my upper and lower thigh and
I forget that the whole purpose is just to exist and enjoy the waves
But sometimes water is just too much
and I’m submerged in safety and water for too long and I can drown but
who the fuck cares about my lungs anyway?
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