there is salt as a new skin on me, a skin that i can taste and smell a little, that scratches on me. there is music in the other room. there is a whole almost day outside, rubbing up again my legs, wanting me to play with it. i am waiting for homecomings and for the end eventual time when i might remember to be happy.
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theres a beautiful macromicrocosm that encapsulates everything from the thin sand to the creases on your palm. if you stop thinking sometimes you see it.
miss you terribly.
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