Kale

the tide washes ashore
unto the unborn day;
the wind breeds change
and the love struck elderly
walk through this dead town.

memories like cobwebs
scattered about;
the tide ever changing
and there is no escape.

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[MoriartyMesa]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVDMULm7EMQ


there lyrics and words are pale to my own.