Reassurance rests in the sea.

Cop

Yankee Stadium 2008, the Bronx.

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This place is a mess. It’ll look prettier when I’m done with it. Photography gallery and short stories coming forth. It’ll be rad.

Over and out of it for one more plane right home.
I’m not sure, I never was if this would all head south or what.
Wait here, a month or two will pass; I’m sure I wont.
Faith, dear, enough to get you by til we get home. 
And I wish I dont wish I still smoked.
And I wish that I wrote you one original note.
Take me home, tuck me in.
Moon go down, do it again.