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Unreadable

There doesn't seem to be much time left.
My feet carefully picked out the path winding down around boulders,roots,rusted iron detritus and onto the driftwood-scattered sand. The wave-after-wave beat a timeless rhythm and sent salt particles into my flared nostrils .
Not many cigarettes accompany my solitary mission,not enough for even a night out here.
I thought it would be nice to have a huge blast of angel dust,but those days are over for me.
First and foremost would be to get a little bonfire going so that the notebooks full of poetry could be fully consigned to the flames,never to trouble any other eyes,ears or hearts.
Luckily, I planned ahead enough to include a magnesium firestarter kit and holy wax candles in my valise.
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4meAndyou · F
I have been there, and have done that. Everything I wrote, gone...wishing that I might disappear with my words.
dubkebab · 56-60, M
@4meAndyou One time I had a flash and said-"yeah-I'll build and ice cream castle!"
The words were cool,but the reality was a mess.
? Are notebooks of your poetry?
@dubkebab Why are you burnimg your own poetry?
dubkebab · 56-60, M
@SomeMichGuy Apparently the narrator in this piece figured there was too too much crummy poetic expression in this universe and wanted to purge. I'd say much of it had to do with girl trouble.
@dubkebab So you don't think your efforts are worth preserving?
RedBaron · M
How ridiculously melodramatic.
dubkebab · 56-60, M
@RedBaron I appreciate your feedback.
If I had a literary critic hat I should hope that it would fit as smartly as yours.

 
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