Poetry (words)

Sometimes…

….when interesting people talk I focus so hard that miss what they’re saying. Mouths are incredibly distracting. 

I’ve lost my bracelet. 

I hate feeling out of my depth, but strangely not when I’m in water. I’m not though. In water I mean. 

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