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Clarissa Sofía
Clarissa Sofía
Becoming
We are unceasingly becoming,
plucking carefully
at these lucid moments,
digesting only what belongs to us.
We collect conversations,
pulling the thoughts of past lovers
into our trusty dictionary,
referencing borrowed words
as our tongues carve new languages.
We strum on nylon chords,
manifesting an ever-lasting night,
romanticising over the mundane
till the dull blooms into crayon threads.
Tirelessly they weave,
marking another stitch
into our embellished hearts.
Unravel and re-route this skin,
we are fragments of ever-changing art.
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