Resurgence. It Must Have Been 2.

His voice had remained dormant and hidden while I stood at the shore breathing.

Long had the ripples of his lashes disappeared under the crisp sky and pleasant mountain air.

Under the neon moon and plosive snow clouds it grappled my ankle

His voice wound about my head, through and through my ears and quickly beating

Red chambers that remembered him clearly.

He made to move my feet towards the waves and then the bottom

Where I could die in the spinning romance I had procured in day dream’s wishful thinking

But fly to the sand

My fingers to the grain like a starfish

The voice comes back only when I am happy

The voice pleads with the beauty of poetry

My weak spot

I have gone under

Before, but, no

I am happy. I am happy. I am happy. I am happy.

The voice resigns…

To another fluid female!

The shore keeps me.

Coffee Shop

It’s like what?  ‘Cause that way I can I’m so good at this  this morning me being nervous  just make sure everyone knows at twenty minutes exactly  If everyone has it written out slipping on statistics shooshshooshshoosh Oh! beepbeepbeepbeep that’s what you’re gambling Sam! What’s up? I’ll see you on Tuesday! Bye  Tall Cinnamon Dolce Latte but I had see if somebody wants just fucking take my name off the truck pretty much  are you? Mocha Grande  whip? beepbeepbeepbeep veurrveurrveurr peace okay?  I can hook you up

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