What is that sound coming from my neighbor's basement?
Alright, well, here's the beast I've been working on. tl;dr, punks.
Turn Down the Alley and Walk Slowly.
“Twenty minutes from now, She has red
hair and stares out
the window at where the stars
are shining behind orange
sherbet clouds. She’s been staring
out that window for
about a minute. Now,
we’re on a bench on a bridge
above the river reflecting orange
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Turn Down the Alley and Walk Slowly.
“Twenty minutes from now, She has red
hair and stares out
the window at where the stars
are shining behind orange
sherbet clouds. She’s been staring
out that window for
about a minute. Now,
we’re on a bench on a bridge
above the river reflecting orange
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Comments 1
Hunter, your writing has come so far over the years. I'm impressed. It used to be all too hard to follow. I like the way this one starts out more concrete and unravels toward the end. The transitions from different times in your life are smooth. This is great.
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