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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jun 25, 2021
  • 1 min read

A loose sediment under the ocean waters,

burnt by the salt but soothed by the mineral soaks

so you refuse to float to the surface


because you have finally found comfort

among the birds in the sky

who call to you

with little ambiguity


and you have forged a home

within the soil where they burrow


because you never felt quite at home

among the smog and the straight faces,


among the ones

who refused to listen

and were too quick to respond,


the ones whose crystals and oils

were merely artificial.


 
 
 

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