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The harbor gave a dim illumination,
Lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.

Ships sleep, rocking gently on a resting sea,
Machines of quiet obedience.
The moon, outlining the clouds above with an electric hue,
Watched over the winds as they circulated the vacant wharf like ghosts.

The smell of an approaching storm;
The sharp, distinctive fragrance of ozone as it sailed the satin brine.
The sound of distortion upon the ocean's surface;
Precipitation submerged beneath its aquatic magnetism.

I closed my eyes as raindrops kissed my moonlit skin,
Tracing the alloyed carbon framework of cargo ships and yachts.
Falling down my cheekbones like an aggregation of tears,
The harbor became lost in a nostalgic cloudburst.