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Sun baked sand holds back withered shrubs From the slow salty invasion of Poseidon Drooping palms drop laden fruit On passing, unsuspecting, heads Where beauty once lay, now lies a trap Calm steadily turns to white-capped waves As surely as Poseidon's slow victory over the cliffs.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
Sun and Sea
Sun baked sand holds back withered shrubs From the slow salty invasion of Poseidon Drooping palms drop laden fruit On passing, unsuspecting, heads Where beauty once lay, now lies a trap Calm steadily turns to white-capped waves As surely as Poseidon's slow victory over the cliffs.
tiarnan-murphy
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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