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May 2015
Like the mysterious ocean
A life without a price
The water a potion,
Like evil, entice
When stripped of emotion
To veins they splice
The mindless devotion
Hearts made of ice
Ingrown commotion
Stuck in their vice

Captain Nemo who thought,
The truth.
And Fontaneda who sought,
The fountain of youth

Like moths to a flame
The same
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  21/F/The Enterprise
(21/F/The Enterprise)   
   Andrew Name
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