Mattenz

Picton

Picton

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I can hear it
Its dark
Its raining
Drizzle
I think they call it
Although
I cant quite remember
A name
A single orange
Street light
By the inlet
Dark and cold
I walk

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I can hear it
Vibrating
The whole place
Unspoken
Acceptance
Others wouldn’t know
I talk

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I can hear it
Some kind of excitement
About the island
Past this place
Changing
The wind has got up
Torn plastic sways
Like prayer flags
On the restored hotel
Dark empty
Concrete and cold
I run my finger
Along the plastic

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posted by Mattenz @ 2:34 pm