I've been to places.
I've tied my tongue once in a blue moon.
I've been to that forbidden paradise you claim exists.
And still I have the red marks in my eyeballs,
and that warning sign round my neck.
I keep forgetting I've got a skin to care for.
I've let many hands touch my borders,
misdrawing boundaries and unveiling corners.
While you grow still
or you shrink your way down to your den.
I'll be the jellyfis glowing in the dark,
moving graciously, moving apart from you.
We're on different sides of the sea now.
It's part of feeling restlessly alive.
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