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Oct 2018
Ice cold river,
Burning a path through her veins
Branding a mark on the soul.
Eternity stolen by her eyes.

Heartless demon scouring the seas
Gnawing at the sailors flesh.
Silent screams begging,
Pleading for an ounce of love.

Only crumbs from the table,
Fell from where the family ate.
Little hope could be felt
As bones crumbled to dust.

Silently screaming, mercies' cry,
As the day drags to night.
Not a peep, not a crack or crevice.
As her armour shines through the night.
Marty
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Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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