kites like rainbow dragonflies
hover furlongs above the
smell of the sand
lovers in the setting sun
halting to kiss
one shadow on the shore
seagulls reeling all
afternoon in the warm air
cold sobered them up
Some days it's hard not to hate myself The constant state of constant failure As if I didn’t take life seriously As if tomorrow didn’t...
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