Hermosa, peligrosa
Are you beautiful or are you dangerous?
I think you’re both.
You’re tracking my location on your phone, because I opened up my whole damn world to you.
You find me on this beach and text me that you’re coming. Hermosa Beach. All I want to do is run from you.
You’re my best friend, but I don’t know who you are anymore.
It’s 11am, and you bring me a sandwich and a seltzer from the deli on the s…
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