Spoken mind


Elizabeth. Eighteen. I write sometimes.

Met a couple of hitchhiker writers who were stationed in front of a cheap typewriter who were doing requests. So I requested (a poem for the) sea. He recited it to me as the hustle of the city groans to life. I thought it was beautiful so I had to share. Wished them more great adventures.

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