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May 2018
the sun lightly heated my back like a soft blanket and there is another person laying with me
and draws lines from chin to hip
and is soft and sweetly licks my ear lobe in the dark
all of the wrinkles in my body are slightly softer
and i am less sharp to you
i remember a beach and a sea and myself who was standing there alone the water had gone up till my ankles
i was looking for a feeling a purpose a meaning and when the sun rose i could say yes that is it
just like how the sun rises and dives stemming from an eternal duty my brain makes the same images dutifully rise and dive
myself on the beach myself between the sheets myself and all of the waves that come over me whether they were made of water or linen
if i were to go on until all the memories were gone and
only the bad feelings remained i might as well
scoop my brain out of my skull and kick it away like a football
in my part of the universe there is only half of what could have been and not even the good part there is too much muchness
even the headlights know i cannot help it over and over again
i fall into it
and i am not really ******* we are kind of close to each other and still immersed by smoke
depiction by myself, highly combustible, sometime March 2018
Camilla Peeters
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Camilla Peeters  20/F
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     KM Hanslik
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