Sink
There is no limit to the weightlessness you feel
As you bob in the water, unnoticed,
As the waves lap at you and tug you, and want you.
There's no limit to your beeting heart
And your secrets that come out
In the dark.
There is no limit
To your mistakes,
Just the past reserfacing,
To celebrate them.
There is no limit to your thoughts,
Because that's exactly,
What you're sinking in.
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