Peaking ThroughShe knew it, her eyes seeking the depths of my soul, but finding me
alive would be the better option, in case you're trying to decide. I'm
just reacting in the moment. You're probably not going to be very happy with what
seemed to be an outdated manuscript. The letters had an ancient style
like hieroglyphs on styrofoam sheets
And on white sandy beaches, And under the trees
we found gravestones to mark the demise of her prey, the ones who took
the scarce, the ones who look
like they just rode their bikes for 10 miles in heavy, driving rain. You
look up, and see the sun through the clouds.
-finished 5/27/2018 9:40:00 PM PST
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