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Feb 2018
Swim fish swim, as far as you can go,
In waters maybe cold but there's never seasons like of snow.
Fish swam far and further and farther away,
And met fishes and other new friends ever day.

Crushing waves, fire on water, burning ships.
Crimson's doomsday in the fiery abyss.
Shipwrecks, broken necks, ***** decks.
Fish sees all that would happen next.

In distilled waters man made oil spill.
No longer fishes swim nor water's distilled.
Float fish float, as far as you would go,
Above waters maybe of no feeling, but you will never know.
Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel
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Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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