personal poetry
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Excitement
This is what I feel
Takeoff
I'm at ease
Imagining the blue waters of the sea
I land
Please, I just want to be in the sand
The sun's light turns me blonde
planted / my hands
in wet sand / territorial spit
passed down lies / hand made amends
severed ties turned slips we hang from
every dog has its day in traffic
city stray since ours happened