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It waits.
It waits for me.
Can I do it?
Will I do it?
Should I jump?
Will I jump?
The salt air.
The strong waves.
The wet breeze.
It calls to me.
My siren calls.
Goodbye to all.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
MYSTERY
MYSTERY
Where are we going in such a hurry?
With our bags all packed.
Fleeing the scene of a crime?
Perhaps a lover’s dispute?
The carriage is here.
Police sirens wail in the distance.
The story is getting better
as I watch
from my bedroom window.
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