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May 2016
In the deep fingers waved like seaweed,
hypnotically enticing those in shallow
borders where shadows like puppets
were seduced to touch upon its being.

Whispers of silence guided all to the
yearning that stemmed from this narcotic
enticement, hooked in hollow waving's.  

Warped cravings entangled and to ash
they swam in the waters,  and depleted
they sank unseen but relished upon.
Nightfall was eternal in there embrace.
Poetic T
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