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20.6.05
a secret.
when i am sad, sometimes i think of manatees.
they are so melancholic. their faces look they are permanently saying this word, lamenting it to the water.
i think of them as boxes or shoes cast in blubbery bandages of falling clay.
sometimes when i am sad, i long to touch them. to push my fingertips into their skin so it left five soft indents either side of its body, like a cold plasticine - not cold - tepid. like they are being left in the sun, that comfortable kind of sad you keep just inside your cuff incase things really hurt. warm coca-cola without the fizz.
they'd feel like a thousand tiny lines of running fabric under water or the dessicated infinitely soft algae in your fishtank.
you're a manatee.
this is you.
you make me sad
but you make me hurt less.
guess your number and i'll guess mine.
whispered by killa b at 9:29 PM |
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