Where the water cascades over coral boils inland, drips to sand Where rocks tower overhead moist, green next to villages long abandoned to weather, time crumbling in the wind crumbling in my hands Where leaden clouds linger incessantly, chilling on the boardwalk with milk tea and cigarettes snatched from my fingers trail sparks on broken concrete Where memories echo of torture and barbed wire rusts under moss clings to hope, and limp from the humidity Where the air breathes decay in each spray of salt and hints of diesel fuel I stood alone on an outcropping, and remembered.Birth sign: Aquarius
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