Maria 62 - Tropical Fuck Storm

It’s 3:00am, the wind is weak and warm

A seagull swoops, the moon anchored offshore

You’re like a dream in which I have not slept for weeks

And I’ve been sending a search party after every word you speak

You won’t remember me

You won’t remember

You won’t

You

You won’t remember me

You won’t remember

You won’t

You

You won’t remember me

You won’t remember

You won’t

You

You won’t remember me

You won’t remember

You won’t

You

You won’t remember me

You won’t remember

You won’t

You