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90 Mile Beach
90 Mile Beach
Watching the waves surrender
The beauty of this dance
Played out like a contract killing
The wind rips at the land like a starving rat
Angry at the moon for the tide
Screaming for answers
She strangles the trees
Barely visible in the blue-black light
A silhouette against the sand
Longing for the horizon
He waits like a wayward anchor
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Daniel Mack
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