17.1.13

the art of detachment

i tried to turn myself into an aquarius
(into him, because i thought, twisted,
that he would be unable
to hurt his reflection, his twin)
but the echoes became
watery ripples
and i didn’t know how to drown myself properly
and i am air, i am air
i am air

and i came back up



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