I am not a great side of me
when you stand in front of me
with my days held in pink hands
and ask if I want to walk
to where the sea was
when the sun came up
and wait until it comes back
and makes a home around our feet.
I am not a great side of me
because I say yes
and I can't anymore
and I shouldn't have
as much as I did.
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