Take what you want from me, my pockets are empty.
I've become a ghost with stretchmarks and proper handwriting.
I've drawn a bath of hazel, got in and fell asleep.
Slipped far beneath the surface in hopes you'd visit me.
Reminisce our bodies, the way they used to fit.
Your hair wound tightly in my fist before turning into serpents.

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