A surfer from Long Island, much of my work is a reflection of my experiences both on and off the water more »
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Comments about Stephen Tunney
Woosh, over to the phone,
Crash, the handheld splatters...
True happiness is what I felt,
Shocking to see why she left.
Thud, silky hair slips through my grip.
Wrath, a subsidiary of foolishness,
Letting go was the easiest part.
Fatigue sets in, a twitching smile
As her memory fades in my mind.
Sweethearts until the bitter end.