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Caution signs on the molding post penetrates the dewy grass as it gently sways to the left
It’s slightly askew, sturdy as a pillar.The bold florescent wards off the cautious, not the curious
Incoherent murmurs whisper unseen specters below the rigged cliffs streaked with salt
Plasmas of green sea water churns moans moony sighs
One more desperate leap, taking the last plunge
No more shall wild desperation take over reason as sins wash away with the surf