the water of a bruised side victory
is mine but what is mine also runs after me
in naked hopeless streets
maybe salt is meant to be recycled
chased after as you lose yourself in the torrents
wrap your fingers around the emptiness long enough and you learn how to thread ropes from nothing
for every falling is still a chapter in the scoring of living and you might learn something out of it
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