Burn, stream.
June 16, 2010
“Circumlocution,” is what Leah whispered to herself.
She thought that maybe the 15 yards from the fake palm dispersing water to the bay was like moving 15 years through a relationship of misconstrued everything.
A smile drew itself only on the corners of her lips as she proceeded to let herself burn in the sun. Her closing eyes closing on the cloud on the horizon.
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