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  • The light from the streetlamps would pool on the ground as my feet drove their light away.
    Burning with the desire to shed my being, I walked towards the waning of the light and the coastal waters which I could not see.

    Ground up from the ground up, I would claw at my skin and the marks, cuts and history born upon it.

    I pushed to the coast, through vapor luminescence and cerebral mine shafts.
    And it was dark so I could not sea. Just here the sound of waves.

    Just hear
    Just here

    The cold would come and I would walk home again.
    Away from here.
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