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Jul 2017
We stand on unfamiliar shores
And cast our troubles into the fjords
They swallow our sorrows with a bloated
And hallow belch
They will not die deep down there
In the pit of my stomach
They claw their way to freedom
Written by
Matt Winther  27/M
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