I pictured two people
behind my closed eyes.
I hung out with them as they ate a nice dinner
and stared into each other's vibe.
I watched them take each other home,
their reflections flashing in the big glass windows
as they walked.
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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 ...