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May 2020
overwhelmed and breathless
but
in the way that makes you
tired of existing

until the realization
that i have not been
drowning
deep in the ocean

my feet are planted
in the sky
and it's only my head
under water
and
if i just keep walking

i'll be in the clouds
keep going, love. you can touch the stars.

05.18.2020
basil
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basil  19/they/them/the moon
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     ---, ---, shamamama and Jackie Mead
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