There was something genius that I thought,
it was heavy I am sure,
full of pondering and humor plus wit for good measure.
But somehow, it has slipped my mind
and now I can't locate
that thought which I was quite convinced
was going to be great.
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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 ...