Palm fronds traipse the toxic breeze,
vicious strands of kindergarten crayon green tangle
in the sea-spray scarred updraft.
Thunderclouds mark the horizon and I am
transfixed
to the balcony.
Young love, motionless, below me.
His cautious hand hesitating to grab her perfectly manicured fingertips
in a testament to chivalry,
protecting her from the storm.
Last night's now-neglected beer cans,
haphazardly left just beyond the dunes
now tango with half-smoked cigarettes and stale gum
twirling to crashing waves and lightning strokes.
I remain frozen. So
small.
Insignificant.
Against the one constant
during the summer,
down the shore.
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Hey you got some interesting stuff, i drove a girl who got raped tonight and i wasn't able to post it so now I'm telling you and only you, for now my job makes me feel sick about humanity and thats the only way i can have it, acid sexy i guess, try not to sleep with married dudes they might have kids and a divorce might make them end up in a bathroom purging cause papa wasn't a faithful fucker, to bad about you best friend do you believe in God, I bet Hilary doesn't but she says she does, I believe in him, ill be back the last couple of post were decent
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