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Jan 2019
You scribble, frantic
Your pen, a fragment of the ship
Torn from the wreck
Floating for survival
Clinging to escape the
Angry Seas
Burning Cold
Stinging Salt
Your hand furiously slides
'Cross the page, venting your
Pain
and
Rage
Squeeze those eyes shut
And pray to the gods
For land
For a reprieve
Rowan S
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Rowan S  26/US
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