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Jun 2018
Red tides crash ashore,
pulled in by a new moon.
Madness flows in.
The mind is a sharp blade,
and is keen on its desires.
All senses slowly sink
straight to the ocean floor.
The current sweeps everything away;
tiring the mind and body.
Thoughts give in to incoherence,
letting those destructive obsessions in.
Finally, they accept that red tides
are their only solace.
Zach Hanlon
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Zach Hanlon
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   Austin Ryskamp
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