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A strong head wind mockingly leers as it beats upon my bow
And the waves breach from the dark morbid water -
Darkness falls upon the walls
Upon the staircase gliding high -
I lay sleeping – a blissful sleep - unaware and without concern
The days trials resting somewhere in the back of my mind51 lines, 19 comments, on Jul 25 9:55 PM. In ghosts/phenomena -
The long dead form of Jessie James steps in to the street
and challenges the dark menacing form before him,
