alfie lee writing


to shore. Ships commerce
and opacity. Did we forget? Camera
whole time they, i threw
back scared, flip on to me,
boy sand girls been drown. They
came in cycles sometimes they
"was empty when we." Panic, sets off
tomorrows, toilet close by the don't
like being not seeing,
somebody radio. The line is
temporarily. My eyes heads
aches dusk. This comes sand. "The time?" Her hat a
banana, sun burst in
at that. Gradually. The
horizon, the were. Wasn't not fat nor far,
walk, and not. Take. Can't. Of
work. Let's go. Ten, o worn! This
someday we'll beach


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