Time will tell
or will it shout
loudly at night
in the rain
when I am locked out of the car
screaming,
"you're not innocent!"
There's a story there,
but you will tell you in time.
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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 ...