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It’s 1987.
She’s smiling at the waves cascading,
looking out at a world that didn’t exist.
In the emollient, rosemary morn’s glow
pregnant with prickly pear scents
a cherry-pickled dress crashed into the foam
and up bobbed a nest of blonde.
Kissed by the wind; nourished by the sea,
I watched my sweetheart flee.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
_15.01.21_
It’s 1987.
She’s smiling at the waves cascading,
looking out at a world that didn’t exist.
In the emollient, rosemary morn’s glow
pregnant with prickly pear scents
a cherry-pickled dress crashed into the foam
and up bobbed a nest of blonde.
Kissed by the wind; nourished by the sea,
I watched my sweetheart flee.
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