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 Apr 2015 glassea
Portland Grace
Oceans ebb and flow,
as do I

Sometimes I think that I will drown here.

There are falling cliffs on the coast of California,
and I still don't know if there is a difference between sand and stone.

I used to say his name out loud when I was alone just to see if it still tasted the same.
It did.

There's things beneath tons of water that no one has ever seen.
There is no light to see them, anyways.

I'm the only one who has ever thought my eyes look like the ocean before a storm.

I don't own a record player but I have four records and I can't use your turntable anymore.
 Apr 2015 glassea
NV
cloud suicide.
 Apr 2015 glassea
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

— The End —