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Skinny Dipping TherapyBy Ana Prundau QuailBellMagazine.com  swirl wild, night speed we take turns burying addictions the sand softening the rules we have it all but all we want is waves deleting whole chapters to ice cold dreams we close our eyes
seagulls loll on folding chairs we do our best in the morning the sun coats us lightly with its terra cotta fingerprints the streets kill forever we rescue the now call it a new start or an insider job pretend for a moment freedom grabs us by the neck that we owe nothing to the first curse invincible at last invincible at least till the next mental cul-de-sac by design never enough listen to shape shifting farewells long enough to uncouple them from your blossom-breathed skin wake daily to the wrong wish list no more pigeons lining up by the window to scatter on your behalf plant ecstatic life lessons in your bones watch how they are chewed away by plagues and revived by serpents renounce the coastline that is too complete to be loved carve connections on train tracks snatch a fairy tale and travel in don't wants and can't haves then put your blood-stained boots back on let victory trickle to a puddle spiritless from your mouth home your lungs in books there is more life in them than inside you CommentsComments are closed.
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