its about breaking up and remembering, crying
"sodium nostalgia"
we dream of fogged up mirrors
where our footsteps leave no trace
where our hearts hover the sky
like clouds heavy with seawater
the sun burns a foot or so away
we are mud baked brittle in an oven of dreams
owned by seashores
drowned in muck
i wanted to tell you
how we are a beautiful tragedy
but butterflies escape my words
before we can even taste the remnants
of salt between our palms
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