Saturday 18th September

THERE’S A BIG UNSHAVEN FACE IN THE MIRROR:

There’s a circle through an ear,
There’s a last thing you cherished,
There’s a shoreline beneath us,
There’s a sleeping town,
There’s waves crashed on an empty beach,
There’s no cars,
There’s empty streets,

(K)

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