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i haven't written a poem in so long
but i wanted to try it again, on a whim i guess
My ankles and their ankle bones
My heels and soles and toes
Have roots that suck memory from sand
When I walk they are pulled up
They shiver and cuddle my feet
I walk beaches in my dreams
The waves are wild like breathing or crying
Swirling kneading thrashing moving
The sand is warm and the sky is grey
I also dream about people I have never met
These dreamings are not like memories
Something more of an escape
My past is beautiful but never safe
I hate to linger long