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Oct 2018
Passion’s fury breaks the
day, consumed in fiery
salty spray, fill the nymph
with foam so sparkling
green, kiss red its gentle
smiling sheen, but don’t miss
the kaleidoscope of blue,
the vastness of every
changing hue, for what
has past has yet to
come, a thorny spike
Through fatigued tongue
Written by
Max Geiger
139
   Fawn
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