Leaving these waters,
I emerge alone,
Little drips dropping
To the sand,
Soft trickles,
Run through my fingers,
As I burn myself,
Skin tearing,
Almost like an eraser,
That’s being run on paper,
Clearing away mistakes,
Allowing an old canvas,
To be brand new.


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