My worst person in the world, and first mate.
Justus is my younger brother by four years. I do not like him. He does not like me. He and I write poems about the sea. His are the worst in the world. Mine are fine pieces of literature. Here is one he just wrote the other day; he was very proud of it. A picture of the moon, a daffodil in bloom, a synthesizer plays, my mind is in a haze. Though not on drugs, my mind, is filled with...
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