No Trespassing
The pier empty,
almost total darkness
amber light cast from salt crusted stanchions.
Giant robots resting in shadows
Wind against metal, sound like a snore
Creeping silent terror,
can not breath,
If they waken we'll trespass our death.
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Achoo...
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