the sky is light-not-bright 
pastel blues thick with secrets 
glitter lines the shore 

streetlights illuminate 
with the magic of fantasies 
headlights across the harbour 
feel faraway and disconnected 
like watching distant countries 
lively, still, through the night 
life goes on. 

a pitch in the dark 
empty and lifeless 
the carpark’s white light 
say: it’s dark out, it’s late 

it’s quiet. 


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❄︎ chloe ❄︎

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