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Dec 2020
Standing barefoot at the edge
of an ice cold sea
i watched as the blood red sun
bled itself
on the sharpest corners
of the coldest waves
and silently, quickly, ashamedly
buried itself in the darkness
of the sea
hoping that maybe
couldn't or wouldn't
or shouldn't
keep happening
Written by
     Paul Hansford, MB and Ay
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