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Promontory

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

Embrace

I offer the sweetest 

Quiet

Of 

All

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