With soft waves rocking gently
Beneath the red November moon
Blurry in the distance
Like a long-lost friend
You can’t quite make out
The salty gusts of wind
Rolling over each other
Sticking to your skin
Stinging your cheeks
And blowing your hair wild
You breathe in
Deep brackish breaths
Full of nicotine and a chill
That sits in your bones
Til your back in your car
And on your way home
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