'72 El Camino
Lying on the beach with her,
looking up at the night sky,
the rusted chrome bumper
on our car above in the lot
seemed farther away
than the stars in Orion’s belt.
Lying on the beach with her,
looking up at the night sky,
the rusted chrome bumper
on our car above in the lot
seemed farther away
than the stars in Orion’s belt.
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Frances Macaulay Forde
Sun 12th Apr 2026 04:45
I do so enjoy your gentle romance...