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Draped in a cloudy cloak, The light is filtered Onto this marsh once more. But a crack near the horizon Lets some straggling beams fall, And reflect off the salty water. Now all the marshen rivers Are made of liquid gold.

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Ayn

20 / M / Wherever I May Roam

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Written by

Ayn

20 / M / Wherever I May Roam

Published

Jan 28, 2020

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Notes: Sorry if it’s bad, it’s my best attempt as of late.
Tags: #marsh #clouds

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