It’s a false sirens song of safety, not a love affair, I have with the sea, as she whips salt and sand and cold air through my… Read more “Prose 6”
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Prose 3
Slow horns blast in an uncoordinated effort to ruin my psyche. Craving something normal, I’m salivating at the idea of classical music. I can almost see it.… Read more “Prose 3”