I stood on the back of the boat at 10pm
when the sun had just fallen behind the horizon
while the rain was pouring out of the clouds
and I thought about how warm and engulfing that dark salt water would feel
and still today I am wondering why I didn't touch it
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MASOCHISM
Poetryan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
