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for no known reason,
i drowned in a bubble, not filled by air,
of hours and hours of stares
and swirls and swirls of colors.
bare, weak, and fragile,
i sat down, drowning from the shower i never took
within hours and hours of stares
and swirls and swirls of colors.
the world felt heavy
as i was not floating away
for hours and hours of stares
with swirls and swirls of colors.
i wanted even just a single word of me
on a history book page, on the good side of newspapers,
daydreaming for hours and hours of stares,
with swirls and swirls of colors.
maybe if i would be gone,
i'd be better.
maybe if i would be gone,
i'd be remembered.
for singing the songs i wrote in the bathroom.
'cause i just want happiness,
but it's nowhere to be found.
i wanted to reach my dreams, to float away by bubble,
but the bubble had burst in my hand, and all of it was gone—
the hours and hours of stares
and swirls and swirls of colors.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
