We make it there just in time
The air is full
She yells for me to hurry
Everything is wet
She stops smiling to yell
The face contorts
Harsh waves crashing into her legs
She rushes forward
I laugh at her struggle
The colors frown
Everything is beautiful
I forget to look
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Nicole Blake
A poor college student who procrastinates too much.
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