Last Train To Clarksville
ocean blue
eyes light up
wisp cool breeze
palm tree
free , nothing
matters
to you none
of the likes of
these
prominent girl
misunderstood
brooding
over her scar
and broken heart
in a world alone
constantly waiting
listening
wanting the end
to be near
one more scar
for this paradise
salty sea stings
red ripples the blue
deafening scream
awakes the monkey's
as they sing "last train to clarksville"
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