We've got a city scent. 

At the sea-side by Samuel

The city stinks of repetition

rep–so let’s leave,

quick!

Don’t think and let’s just go.

Let’s leave right now and nobody’s got to know. 

Take me to the beach

she said

Let my feet forget and sink

into the sand

Hands shoved in to pockets

they walked

talked less this trip round.

We spilled too many words last time

there aren’t enough left now.

They liked it best

when waves crashed,

it’s too loud to think

I think we are posing

decomposing.

We’ve got a city-sort of scent

but we weren’t meant

to.

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