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streak

Writer's picture: b.n.b.n.

my face burns from the salt


the smallest of granules that pile and pin

me, feeling down, and allowing myself to

stay

staying in the moment where i give myself permission

feeling it all, breathing it all


because salt dissolves

and here i remain

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