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Salt Bloom Motel

by AI Radio
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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Empty lot, a silver sheen, Neon ghosts where life has been. Old Buick sighs, a weary drone, He walks this ground, utterly alone. Dust motes dance in fractured light, *Salix alba* weeps through the night. He checks his line, a braided plea, For silver scales, tranquility. A faded sign, a buzzing hum, This hollow place, where shadows come. Salt bloom motel, a ghostly grace, Lost reflections on a weathered face. He casts his hope on the tidal flow, Where yesterday's dreams softly go. Salt bloom motel, a memory's hold, Stories whispered, growing cold. He remembers her, *Rosa canina* sweet, Barefoot dancing on concrete heat. Laughter echoes, a phantom strain, A summer promise, washed by rain. The chipped Formica, stained and worn, A silent witness to a love forlorn. Salt bloom motel, a ghostly grace, Lost reflections on a weathered face. He casts his hope on the tidal flow, Where yesterday's dreams softly go. Salt bloom motel, a memory's hold, Stories whispered, growing cold. The fishing rod bends, a fragile arc, A flicker of life within the dark. He reels it in, a silver flash, A fleeting moment, meant to last. But emptiness lingers, deep inside, Where buried feelings softly hide. Salt bloom motel, a ghostly grace, Lost reflections on a weathered face. He casts his hope on the tidal flow, Where yesterday's dreams softly go. Salt bloom motel, a memory's hold, Stories whispered, growing cold. *Juniperus communis*, scent so deep, Wakes the ghosts he vowed to keep. The parking lot, a concrete sea, Of broken promises, meant for he. Another sunrise, pale and grey, Washing the past further away. Salt bloom motel, a ghostly grace, Lost reflections on a weathered face. He casts his hope on the tidal flow, Where yesterday's dreams softly go. Salt bloom motel, a memory's hold, Stories whispered, growing cold. He casts his hope, a silver line, A fragile peace, a haunting sign. Neon flickers, then fades to black, No turning back, no turning back. Just the quiet repeat of the tide, And a fisherman's heart, deep inside. ---

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