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Mar 2019
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Alas we are cast into an ocean of grief,
prey to the monsters that lay deep beneath,
to shake and rattle the core of our beliefs,
rendered shipwreck shattered by jagged reefs.
Are we to grace our souls 'pon Neptune's teeth,
adorned and garlanded with a salt kelp wreath,
should our existence be so stunted and brief,
I beseech to expire like a storm silent leaf.




© Pagan Paul (03/03/19)
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Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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