We've got a city scent. 

At the sea-side by Samuel

The city stinks of repetition
rep–so let’s leave,

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

We’ve got a city-sort of scent
but we weren’t meant


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