I cannot grasp this bohemian life—
Wandering all day, seeking refuge..
Sometimes resting upon your shoulders,
To find solace, at times I escape into myself,
Primarily stifled breaths;
Now, in the blaze of this evening, seated with
Wounds inflicted. The fatigue of adolescence spreads
Through the body like dandelion seeds
Carried by the wind.
A spider breathes near the ear, and God,
Filling the oyster with a drop of water, uttered,
‘Pearl’.
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