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i'm not broken

just lost

between the thick haze

of contemporary RnB


and too much sun

blinded sometimes

by salt licked lashes

squinting against the glare

of a sky high torch

distracted often

by a buzz that can't be heard

only felt

when naked soles march carelessly

over dusty sand

littered with gravel

sent straight from the moon

not broken

just astray

taking the scenic route

through the roar of adrenaline

turquoise tubes

late night astro flights

and early morning boogies

i'll be back

down to earth

grounded, rooting, roaming

on my own moonlit time

but please

for me

don't rush it


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