from the wreckage [!]

wary of giving so
much of my self
‘til you grow
sickly and bloated
but it could
never be this easy not to

pull me
drowning
from the wreckage
see how good i can breathe

see me
plucked from a time
where it all makes sense
and dropped
skipped
stone across water

radiant new dawn
to dusk

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