playing

slumming in the sea, tasting salt for the first time
intentionally drowning myself into my existence of calm
i want to get away from the person next to me, the person
next to me, always the one next to me.
to breathe my own space, to glide my hair in non-carey-sense
to sipp slow on my own lies, me, just me, alone.

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