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Apr 2015
storms watch the sailors as they abandon
prepare for despair with nought to land on
murk that lurks beneath the deep
here be the brines through which you creep
rip me to strips, undo my seams
disregard me, discard me, forget this dream
don't come to the surface.
mjk plumage
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mjk plumage  england
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