Grim reaper fairy tales
soup chills ships sail
free money draws glances
feet tapping silent dances
monster rivers carve canyon
green trees breeze abandon
Young tumble dirt face
sigh heavy win race
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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 ...