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Saber wilson
Poems
Nov 2018
Fog
I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore.
Ghost of the mist,
Keep your ancient tryst!
Back to the lone lanes of the sea
Slip silently
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Saber wilson
18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana
(18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana)
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