I'm alone now

for the very first time

in a few years

and I'm sort of really

trying to get used to

the smell of

my own breath.

It is salty

'cause I always keep a swig

of the ocean

hidden behind my molars

incase I forget

the bliss of

grey water against my cheeks

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