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Feb 2018
(2017)

O' marshes!
Swallow up the gale
Which farthest I could hear,
Ne'er I belong such privilege
By myrtle over there.
Recollecting where the pod
To whom I left behind,
The continent,
The humble swamps,
Surpassing us again.



E.
Written by
Evan Miguel Sebastian  17/M/Unknown
(17/M/Unknown)   
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