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wind soughs outside slightly I'm up late tonight my sister careens on the eastern coast touches Topsail with her lacy fingers and I cross mine wheels and wheels like lockstep men march inland automobiles whine like soon, treelines I'm up so late my best friend dreams in the wayside, somewhere west of me after a long day of convincing her boyfriend to high-tail his *** out of Raleigh Clayton, it is he decided her fret only calmed enough to sleep by his promises of a high-rise property and below 70 mile wind speeds I can feel my eyelids tug my brother's fingers thrum on countertops well-wishes in morse as he says he'll stop thinking about it, now no, wait... now and my mother works to bend each emerging frown as my fingers drum up natural disaster nonsense I watch, wait for the earth's recompense as it surely blares through my old house's fence rippling through the silhouette of the statue my sister's soul had attached itself to every crevice of county road every man-hiked piedmont mile interstices of feet and snow the dirt that has seen every trial to fail under inclement weather they say it's overdue that it's been a while
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
wilmington
wind soughs outside slightly I'm up late tonight my sister careens on the eastern coast touches Topsail with her lacy fingers and I cross mine wheels and wheels like lockstep men march inland automobiles whine like soon, treelines I'm up so late my best friend dreams in the wayside, somewhere west of me after a long day of convincing her boyfriend to high-tail his *** out of Raleigh Clayton, it is he decided her fret only calmed enough to sleep by his promises of a high-rise property and below 70 mile wind speeds I can feel my eyelids tug my brother's fingers thrum on countertops well-wishes in morse as he says he'll stop thinking about it, now no, wait... now and my mother works to bend each emerging frown as my fingers drum up natural disaster nonsense I watch, wait for the earth's recompense as it surely blares through my old house's fence rippling through the silhouette of the statue my sister's soul had attached itself to every crevice of county road every man-hiked piedmont mile interstices of feet and snow the dirt that has seen every trial to fail under inclement weather they say it's overdue that it's been a while
dazzling or desolate × be safe out there, please
touka-kouka
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
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