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I always forget
the way this pen always leaks
I always forget
how it stains my skin for days
how the time I take to myself
leaves me feeling alive
how the waves sound different
when no one’s voice is mingling with mine
how I’m content
with the sun’s company
and the pushing swell of water
how I get up faster
and care not for aesthetics
How I admire others and cheer
when they get up too
I always forget
I’m reason enough to wake before dawn
connected to strangers
and the ocean I know so little of.
Val Writes 