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Drooled into the sea. Nightmares washed me far from shore. I’m stranded, turns out.
G. Pearson
New girls finish last. Oh! And they take out the trash. And clean restrooms! Stat!
Signed, sealed, delivered… I’m keeping you from trouble. Wrapped in a bubble.
Knowledge is of God. With knowledge, understanding. The true, living God.
How did I get here? I mimic those around me. As they find answers.
Looking up to her I see myself but diff’rent In all ways but one.
Like a babe up late. These pages have seen much—but! So little writing.
Pressed between fingers. A crunch… at once a softness. Buttery like you.
The black tax drowned me. Hawaiian Air said free drinks. Mai Tai—no! Rum Punch.
Sugar tang plus salt Bite it and don’t ask questions When on the island…