Indianola
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FilterlessMeShameless,Emo,Opinionated.
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Poem of a imaginary in a real town that has always existed in my head

Indianola

There is a crumbling bar in an old seaport town

Salvaged boat lamps all around

It’s wooden floors are covered in sand

As always, 6 reads the clocks hands

Never no one or nothing new

Same o’ same o’ sunset hues

from the bar door, a view of the sea

And to it he pleas

Oh, where o’ where is the glee?

And to the waves he prays

Wash back

Those magic days

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