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Jul 2016
I can see you
Trembling with fear.
But you’re not even close
To the tempest you revere
Or did revere.

Is this not what you expected?

The sea has it’s own furious ways,
Of making you realize your mistakes.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   KathleenAMaloney
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