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Plug your nose, the sewage reeks Keep your gaze lifted, it speaks-- A yellow moon with slurred speech Begging the tide to up its reach. It gulps down another chug Of its wax-sealed twilight ale And begs once more: Tide, please, Come wash away the waste that seeps. The moon is tired, you see, Of all the bottles and bags. It drinks form the stars and the sky Watching as the ocean meets its demise.
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3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
The Reaches of the Bay
Plug your nose, the sewage reeks Keep your gaze lifted, it speaks-- A yellow moon with slurred speech Begging the tide to up its reach. It gulps down another chug Of its wax-sealed twilight ale And begs once more: Tide, please, Come wash away the waste that seeps. The moon is tired, you see, Of all the bottles and bags. It drinks form the stars and the sky Watching as the ocean meets its demise.
kelly-lloyd
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3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
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