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Playing/Playing

By her gust, by his guts

Cormoran Lee

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Hello :)
Thanks for coming into my room.
The only available mattress is the one you see, yes, on the floor.
Yeah, I found it in the garbage, it’s clean don’t worry. (relatively)
I know, you know, it’s strange.
Beach-bums.
We’re about to play.
But we can’t say.
At least not today, but you’re here anyway?

Opening the bird’s dictionary instead of the motions dictionary.
Ah, you like fish, you like ocean? So fish dictionary, just not honesty.
Too young for emotions. Too hasty for instant connections.
Some say young and foolish.
I say sparking and carefree.
So what’s the fuss, why so serious?
I mean playing/playing but I really don’t know what is this game?
Can we gameover and start playing?
Reset.
Play.
Again.
Oh, I don’t like this character, just one second, gameover, reset, play.

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Cormoran Lee
Cormoran Lee

Written by Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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