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Salt
As I sit in my grey cube Illuminated by artificial screens and intelligence I long for the times before this In Florida humidity with crystal necklaces And a feeling of freedom and untetheredness I long for bohemian skirts and round glasses The taste of subs salted by the sea Feelings of nervous crushes and possibilities…
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New Years Eve Under the Sea
New Years Eve Spent with those I don’t Really like and Don’t really want to be with You smile and laugh But I remember us Cracking up and smoking clouds Because New Years was our holiday Young beauties lost And covered in glitter Happy on our Mermaid Island Not a worry in our champaign bubbles…
Star Gazer Poetry 