svētdiena, 2020. gada 6. septembris

Dry.

In my head space

In my bubble.

Where the world doesn't

See the trouble.


Breathing my skin,

Tears vanished, thoughts deep right in,

I'm clueless, but I just take each thought

And pin and pin.


I am all flowers,

With water off, dried,

I swam like a fish in the water of words

But the water bulb lied.


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