"Time. Plenty of time. In a minute there is time. Time to go. Almost. I need to sober up. A nap? No. Bear with it. Keep your head straight. That last gulp. Too much. Would it have been worthwhile? To not come here. Lose the money. See her dancing through the waves in her wings. The rum. The smoke. The play in motion. The sand, salt, sea, and waves playing out the daze where the kiss is just a kiss smacking lips and little tongues writhing in their dance then rise in night and throw all spite to lay like etherized patients in patience waiting berating for another beat of boredom's back beat."
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