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He drove me to the sea I make small steps barefoot Barefoot steps in the cold sand, I do my best I don't lie down The toes of my feet comes towards me Next to his steps We have done this before, nothing wrong The wind was always blowing salt into my hair foam into my words playing hide and seek inside my head, and the seagulls squawk shrilly through it I get lost in language differences and bad connections, and still he does not notice
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Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
Lost in language
He drove me to the sea I make small steps barefoot Barefoot steps in the cold sand, I do my best I don't lie down The toes of my feet comes towards me Next to his steps We have done this before, nothing wrong The wind was always blowing salt into my hair foam into my words playing hide and seek inside my head, and the seagulls squawk shrilly through it I get lost in language differences and bad connections, and still he does not notice
For Maria Godschalk #139 --- Collection "On living on"
#brain
Zywa
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Zywa
Amsterdam
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
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