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Jan 2017
tides of dark ink,
the rocks buried
by the drowning waves
where the waterΒ Β 
falls in little grooves,
sweeps the shore like
a sudden gust of wind,
the sea surreal as gleaming stars,
the sea surreal as an evening star.
beth fwoah dream
Written by
beth fwoah dream  England
(England)   
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