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something about the sea pulls me towards it. i could drown happy, let the scavengers pull my flesh apart, and my bones bury into the sand. my corpse would be the first to see the depths.
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starbound - original poem
when i was five i wanted to touch the sun;
taste the dirt of the moon. i imagined
it would taste salty, like the blood
when i lost my baby teeth:
icarus in an astronaut suit.
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