ouse
i ouse into familiarity
i push myself away
so as the sun shines across each ripple
i rise above waves
above steeples
above old
over white rosed bridges
i skirt around the mould
i can be held by this city
and still walk free
i don't drown in the feeling
i just let it be
© 2026 • Written 1 March 2026 by Cassie • mylittlebraindump
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