the smell of sea water
the taste of sea water dripped neck, and the hint of sand all over the legs. “You smell of sea water,” her lover whispers, placing a peck on her back.
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freshly formed
a peck freshly formed of crimson on my neck,
a hint here, a hint there,
almost ready to turn blue, but not yet…
spirit animals
into the wild, not every tail growl, not all are foul, some come nagging behind you as spirit animals
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the shades of my window
are tinted
Eye to I
When you know, you are only a few breaths down the spiral
Is it worth pushing self or others?
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