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Copyright © 1997 Mark Collins.
All rights reserved and reproduction without written permission expressly prohibited.
One Thousand Landings
The night the night,
The blackest of nights,
My soul is torn, ripped and rent,
Stings and is frayed
by the salt of the tears
that it cries for you.
[End of this extract. The full poem was published in
Aspirations of Pen and Thought (Poetry Guild)]
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