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saltwater ocean storm

roaring

i split apart into

dissolving pieces

 

dry

slowly cracking land

heaving breath

fills silent air

nothing feels the same

anymore

just emptiness

 

delicate

afraid of the

burns cuts scrapes bruises

i pull myself in

 

seedlings

softness

startling laughter welds me back into one solid

piece

until i fall again.

 

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