Do you remember being my life guard in silence,
burning screens,
as all the homes were smoking.
No one looked. I thought you'd have learned to swim.
I thought after all these years that I would be different.
Do you know the world I don't and pillage memories to own me?
Always fight or flight and noise.
Stained glass proof that we were once here.
You're a plain ballerina without pedestal.
You're a toy ballerina without pedestal.
Inside the toils you said,
keeping ennui inside a white noon.
Into the green sea like the fleeting tones of dreams.
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