The sea turned to turquoise from grey.
When my memory lapsed, I remembered what I was here for.
The rain fell like a rainbow that had missed out on people who couldn’t stay.
People who were in
as you knocked
but who hid behind their door.
All those excuses to keep horizons in the distance behind lenses double-thick.
Smoking behind the bike sheds.
Authority’s gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks.
You never went for it 100% and your tongue’s gonna chop off your empty heads.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
