alfie lee writing


toshore. Ships commerce
andopacity. Did we forget thing? Camera
wholetime they,-- i threw
back scared, flipontome,
boy sandgirls been drown. They scary
came in cycles sometimes they, "The
was empty when we." Panic, setsof
tomorrows. Toilet close idon t
like being not seeing,
somebody radio. The line is
temporarily. My eyes heads
aches dusk. This comes sand. "the time?" Her hata
banana, sunburstin
athat. Gradually. The
horizon, they were. Wasn t not far nor far,
walk, and not. Take. Can t. Of
work. Let sgo. Ten, o worn. This
someday we ll beach


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