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Night Pier
My steps are certain
one foot front
one behind.
Planks of sea worn wood
lift the weight
of my worldly worries.
The ground is hollow
beneath my feet,
I let it fall away...
And I am flying.
I ride the wind,
the pounding waves
in the inky black,
over crest and crash.
No longer daunted
by the chilling confrontation
and unknown evil below.
m-m
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