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Dec 2016
The iris waves sailed me to safety and comfort
Smooth, sediment, intimate, beautiful.

But shortly the sea rocked from disturbing inhabitants
Inconsistent, dismantling, infidel, treason.


And I was crashed to shore.

Lingering.
Alizea
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Alizea  21/F
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