From thin air
From thick heads
From bones and flesh
From barrels
From groans
From fire
From feet
From hands
From hearts that hurt to understand
From terror
From rapture
From rain
From fog
From seeds
From dirt
From the long day.
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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 ...