one hand
unconsciously
twirling
already curly hair
out the window
watching a
baseball game
in progress
thinking on
former friends
fallen from a
ship
some sort of
watery death
self mutilation
of the mind
constantly
overturning identity
uncertainty
rules the skies above
one hand still
spinning
as if nervous
or confused
thinking no one
seems
to understand…
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