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I swallowed a sea that wore your name like moonlight. Now every step is an anchor pretending to be a foot. The sky waits above me, kind but unreachable, while silence blooms its blue flowers inside my ribs. I have forgotten whether I am sinking or simply becoming something the water keeps. If there is a shore, it has learned not to call for me. So I drift.. a stone with a pulse, teaching the ocean how to carry what it cannot save.