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Dec 3
Attraction to attraction
I'm running around the boardwalk
The sun is igniting my hair
And I listen to the seaguls talk.
Some of these games cost a lot
But I brought money to spare
Some of these games win me prizes
But that's not why I'm here.
The smell of food is strong
My senses are alert
There's sand and shells in my shoe
But this place blinds the hurt.
Through my fun and games
Lies a restless cloud
But he's easily ignored
Since this fair is far too loud.
Each feature is enticing
I'm hooked on all these booths
The thunder starts to rumble
But I'm blocking out the truth.
The carousel matches the spinning storm
And the roller coasters zoom like lightning
There still so much to try
The possibilitys are frightening.
I smell the moist air
And I feel a drop or two
But it's ok for now I hope
There's still so much to do.
The crowds they start to disipate
In lines I stand alone
The gale has just arrived
But the people head on home.
Dread fills my core
But my feet they keep moving
My laughter is loud
But fear keeps intruding.
And like a dam breaking
The sky pores down a flood
Now the air is cold
And the sands thick like blood.
Now I'm here listless
With nothing to do
All the attractions have closed
And my disparity brews.
No one to turn to
No shelter or shade
I think i was just waiting
For the rain on my parade.
Rochel
Written by
Rochel  15/F/STL
(15/F/STL)   
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   Balaguer
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