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FFM - July 4thEven when I felt the snap and started to go down all I could think of was sandcastles. Which is silly because I had bigger worries. The grass feels sharp against my cheek and the dirt is mixing with my sweat to make a line of mud that is winding it's way down the side of my face. The crowd is silent now, but with disappointment and anger rather than concern. I was up most of last night with Jenna making our plans. They were foolproof and our structure would be so solid that not even the incoming tide would destroy it. But now I can't even feel them lift my legs as I am hoisted onto the stretcher. And still all I can think of is sanFFM - July 4th
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FFM - July 3rdShe was a ballerina on stage, but not a real one. She would twirl and prance around in front of the men for a few minutes and then skip off to the back room, waiting for her name to be called. While there weren't many desirable clients for any of the girls, Miss Ballerina always got the fat, middle-aged clients. The men who gasped for every breath, even when sitting still, and threatened to crush her as they seizured on top of her in their sad excuse for love making. At least it never lasted very long.FFM - July 3rd
She knew why her particular clientèle was interested in her only and why she always had repeat customers. Though she was 22
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FFM - July 2ndTwo dirty children scuttle through the abandoned streets, picking at trash cans for treasures. Their clothes are little more than muddy tatters and fade in perfectly against the browns of the dead city. Their noses pick up the distant, acrid scent of the constantly burning oil refinery and their ears hear the quiet whistling of the wind through the broken windows of the derelict buildings. Fragments of newspaper flutter through the air like sick birds and offer the children moments of joy as they chase them down alleyways strewn with broken glass.FFM - July 2nd
The sun crawls lower in the sky and the smoke from the refineries block out the ris
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FFM - July 1stIt's been five years and you still smell like dust. Now I remember just how rough your callused hands were against my back and how dry your lips were on mine. We didn't even say goodbye but I suppose that's because we never were really together. I'd run off to your house once a week and we'd spend an evening wrapped around each other and then I'd leave you alone in your bed before the sun set. Our love was awkward and crusted in the grime of summer but it was my first taste and my most cherished.FFM - July 1st
Now you sit across from me so casually, slumped down in your chair, picking at a Styrofoam cup, and I don't know who to make you out to
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Comfort in exchange for need.
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