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Under These Ill-Lit Skies
This place is irrevocably addicting
The smell of salt and sea
bears the fruits of memories
it is a picture
framed with tall grasses
and sand
and broken pavement
It fits like a shoe
a size too small
but it sprawls likes marbles
across a child's floor
This place is beautiful
The ocean calls to me
and it begs me
pleads me
to walk into it's cold depths
and never come out again
under these ill-lit skies.
The smell of salt and sea
bears the fruits of memories
it is a picture
framed with tall grasses
and sand
and broken pavement
It fits like a shoe
a size too small
but it sprawls likes marbles
across a child's floor
This place is beautiful
The ocean calls to me
and it begs me
pleads me
to walk into it's cold depths
and never come out again
under these ill-lit skies.
Published 27th Jun 2012
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30th Jul 2012 1:43am
30th Jul 2012 2:02am
The Atlantic is the exact ocean I was mentioning :) Thank you very much, I appreciate it.
