All adults have, in their memory, the places which defined their childhood. They just have to shut their eyes to visualize them and the feelings associated with these places come flooding back. When
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In these blue sheets, I've become
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal I
"I" can finally count
Breaths
Feel the blue self, life, thought
Slow, slowed, slower
When fingers peel away the blue
Pull me to a chest
I lean
This "I" too tired to flinch
Too tired to remember
"I" search for a mouth in the blue
Tp count these breaths together
Before the next hour comes
And takes this "I" from me
Heated butter
Jellied candy
Marshmelloed
A new liminal I
"I" can finally count
Breaths
Feel the blue self, life, thought
Slow, slowed, slower
When fingers peel away the blue
Pull me to a chest
I lean
This "I" too tired to flinch
Too tired to remember
"I" search for a mouth in the blue
Tp count these breaths together
Before the next hour comes
And takes this "I" from me
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