My head tilted back.
The light is red through
my closed eyes.
Warmth surrounds me, and
my cheeks hot.
I can hear gulls cry,
and people laugh.
There’s an occasional roar,
in the background.
Then someone slams a door.
And I'm back in my office.
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Author:
siranswerer (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 11:48
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Comments1
Escapism... yes please... gimmie more.
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