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Jan 2015
The one soul sank
so far beneath
Everything it'd known.
Sunken it sat
Against the mold
of drat and grief alone.
The cold was stuck
The wind picked up
The anguish raised the tides.
The waves that struck
Didn't give a ****
As gravity decides.

The dark crawled deep
into the reef
Of thoughts that ***** his pride.
Then spawned the growth
Of the most
Hated man alive.
Written by
Kalen Henning  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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