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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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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.