The morning tremors return

To my scarred body’s embrace,

Stalled before the cliffside

And the ocean’s roar

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The dark water’s laughter

Only draws me inside

From an old shore of comforts

To unravel with the damned

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Never too far down shore

Over the dunes and bluffs

I return to home’s heights

Where idle ghosts reside

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Refueled by their own fears

I stare down the cliffside

Until gravity’s my guide

Into the cold-hearted swell