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the bay

the party showing
no sign of slowing, shrieks
from the girls
rising like a wave, then
crash against,
a low murmur of men, unaware
that yards above,
open windows, quieter
far less social souls
beached, like whales
wondering when
the saviour of sleep
takes them,
blissfully
into the calm pool
of a new day

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By cyncoed

Old & Welsh

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