A sign
Lobsters lovers
Soaked fingers
With spicy sauce
Late afternoon in Marblehead
Stores closed
The scent of sandalwood comes
evident
Each time waves crashes
Against the slippery slime rocks
The meeting starts at the luxurious
bistro
Con men only stalked by the
lighthouse spot
Approaching cool breeze from deep
ocean
Then darkness
Takes place over the restaurant
deck
I knew it
This place is mystic
I cannot deny
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