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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() With each touch of yours, you turned me into a glacier And the glacier flows in me-, sings in my head- like a linnet’s songDon't turn back this time, I won't ask My bones, my mind, and my soul are freezing Now as I sleep with my soltitude -your breath touches my cheek like the Apricity of- the winter sky The dreams kept coming back so I slept through the storm All those dreams now lay dead and buried deep in the ocean The ocean we dreamt of was not dark, didn't feel gray So I dressed white today-, took out the blues you left I left my shoes at the shore to rest and kept walking As I walked without your blues, I stumbled upon a wound-, caused by a million swords But I kept walking to seek those dreams I kept walking till the ocean turned red I finally met the bright red ocean that treasured our dreams like its own pearls I stared at the shore where my shoes rested and dove deep Thereafter I lived on with our dreams. Comments are closed.
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