Sitting in the sunshine surrounded by all these shady people
I don't need any trees to keep me cool.
I'll still wear my sunglasses all day long.
I don't need a lot of friends.
I'm fine all on my own.
I enjoy the breeze and keep walking on.
I'll pass them by as I take the high road.
Living my best life with no regrets.
I'm moving forward and moving on.
There's no love lost between us.
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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