ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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Forward
Backward

well this has no flow

I’ve been reliving so many memories,

I’ve barely lived this past week

just pretending to be here.

I still have that cut on my hand

but I guess it’s only been a week,

it feels far too long.

I checked you out while you got beer from the fridge,

I keep the image rolling through my mind

I remember it to forget how far away you are.