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Matt
Poems
Sep 2020
Last Day at the Beach
Sand pecks at my skin.
I rest in its sharpness,
As the edge of a wave strokes my feet.
The sun is escaping.
A mocking sky turns black and blue,
It watches from the clouds,
As the coldness of the blue creeps in.
The violence of the foamy sea entices,
I pull its blanket over my head,
To sleep forevermore.
Written by
Matt
37/M/London
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