When you seek
a unique flavor,
you have to get used to
getting burns.
From the narrow cracks
of your own sunscreen room.
Ice packs and ladles,
critics and dreams,
zero balance and
hope in your account,
not a shining CV,
not a crowded Insta,
but eyes full of fireflies
for no-electricity, un-starry nights,
even when the world hangs above
like a blue umbrella
with a big punched hole
raining emptiness from-
is how you live.— % &
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