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The Night’s Call

Night has come to call
on the city without repose

it whispers in a drawl
old regrets begin to crawl

as I walk the faded road

Smoke on the summers breath
in the few hours I have left

sitting by the sea

water grabs the sand
with an unburdened hand

and reaches out for me.
Written by Detritus (Clay)
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