Category: writing
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Last night I searched for you in the surfIn waves that flooded a house on a cliffAll I could see was the chimney barely breaking the surfaceI thought of you inside those four wallsTumbling in the waves amid your thingsI woke up just as I reached that barely there chimneyMy fingers falling through nothing as…
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inspired by a random photo of the Oscar Mayer wienermobile & my deeply artistic mindWhat if we kissed in the Oscar Mayer wienermobile and we got so into it that we accidentally started the wienermobile and it moved forward, lurching through the city streets like an ungodly worm while two humans writhe inside? What then?-rjm
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