headphones on...
sounds hit
they move quickly inside small passages
leaving marks and kisses, sometimes deep scratches and eternal memories
i have marked my body with trees and mermaids
great roots that look like lovers intertwined
my memories have created my stamps
i cling
i claw to remember, to dig out of the deepness into which i was born
i met a little girl who sees mermaids and helps them escape sharks
she does this despite her fear and sometimes she hides behind the rocks
i smile as she recounts their singing, it is true
i was
my hand closes around my breast and i guide myself to sleep
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