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BackyardDance with another, feel their heart pulse and flutter. Dance together, and as you touch, let go.Backyard
There were couches outside in the backyard. They separated the dance area from the rest of the party. The blue couch was were he sat. The green one on the opposite side of the band was where she sat.
Let play the music, and clap, and crack a glow stick. Let your hands reach, feel around, above and below.
It wasn't about love, for the two of them. He walked over and led her out onto the grass, in front of the band. There the music was loudest and they danced with their fri
by ~KingBusini
Red BeachIt's an afternoon towards the end of August. Red beach is blanketed with the contented emotions only seventy-one degree, balmy weather can induce. The summer beach rush is over and a scattered few locals are left alone to enjoy the light breeze and warm sand. Across the boulevard, Frank's diner sits under the same naked sky. Inside retired seniors, are mixed with equally jobless children, who are enjoying their last week of freedom by spoiling their dinners with sundaes, corn dogs, and other cheap treats.Red Beach
In the back of the diner past the kitchen, is an old toilet-less bathroom turned washing station. There Caleb stands with his
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The man calling from long beach, he says his bathroom is missing.
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Just thought I'd throw in my
Anyway, I consider myself a better writer than a photographer; however, I don't have any of my good writing things up yet. Dunno why. I'll probably put a poem up Saturday or this morning or something, but ANYWAY, I do plan on reading your writings, but it's like 3 AM right now, and I think it's quit time for life.
Goodnight?
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Just thought I'd throw in my
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The man calling from long beach, he says his bathroom is missing.
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I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet
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