Spirit

I stroll off the runway and my skin is scotch tape–

Strands of hair stick to my cheeks a rush of my favorite element sweeps by flipping my shirt up above my soon to be crisp abs and that eighteen year old tattoo…

I am the coconut trees we pass;

I am the blue waters;

I am the sand;

Fuck it, I am the sun baby 

and nothing, 

nothing,

Not

One 

Thing

Can stop me!

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