I have no where to go, I am waiting for you to speak.
Then I can move through the room, bouncing off of the walls.
In prudent silence I exist for all time until my moment arrives.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...