1. diving into your eyes (or, writing shit that never makes sense)
Dreams swirl in a gentle storm
for an instant
and that's when you become tangible and real
you
and life, toes,
hands
eyes
wind
light...
See me running
the kaleidoscopic skies
the sweetest and most urgent hug
finally, breathing makes sense
it begins and ends
the very moment I drown
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