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whenever I return to the Cape, and am kissed by the salty breeze I realize that I left a piece of myself on the rocky beach the Cape belongs to the young girl who wouldn't have her freckles if it wasn't for the August sun the girl who pretended to be a mermaid trapped in the pool, trying to find her way home, to the ocean the Cape belongs to the young woman who wasn't comfortable in her own skin, and covered up the woman who learned that dusk was her favorite time to visit the beach, with ice cream in her hand and her toes in the sand Every year, I have less and less time to return here, but every time I do I see them They are in awe of me So alike, so different The sun hasn't stopped scattering me with freckles Especially now, I no longer hide my skin And though I don't pretend, I still wish I was a mermaid Even though I don't visit enough, With every trip I find myself On the beach, at dusk With my toes in the sand, and ice cream on my lips, I realize, A part of my soul will always be here
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
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whenever I return to the Cape, and am kissed by the salty breeze I realize that I left a piece of myself on the rocky beach the Cape belongs to the young girl who wouldn't have her freckles if it wasn't for the August sun the girl who pretended to be a mermaid trapped in the pool, trying to find her way home, to the ocean the Cape belongs to the young woman who wasn't comfortable in her own skin, and covered up the woman who learned that dusk was her favorite time to visit the beach, with ice cream in her hand and her toes in the sand Every year, I have less and less time to return here, but every time I do I see them They are in awe of me So alike, so different The sun hasn't stopped scattering me with freckles Especially now, I no longer hide my skin And though I don't pretend, I still wish I was a mermaid Even though I don't visit enough, With every trip I find myself On the beach, at dusk With my toes in the sand, and ice cream on my lips, I realize, A part of my soul will always be here
madeline-killeen
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25/F/Massachusetts
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
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