you were carried in a seashell
past the broken shards
that you will never land among.
your tiny claws would grasp: you had whole form.
somehow this world could hold your heavy sand and
the water released your skin to the sun.
you were entangled before, now only free.
of dreams sunk below the sea,
the waves would bring you back to me.
today,
there is no such thing as big.
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"mom, you don't understand. i breathed for this guy."
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