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A promontory

Against which

The waves beat

Without pause

Tranquil amid

Such ceaselessness 

The salt stings my eyes

But I do not weep

Without cause

The stillness within me

Built from my own experience

Of the storm and its weak seductions

Here, as the dark outside

Kisses shadows into tumescence

Place yourself into my


I offer the sweetest 




By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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