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Mar 2021
I live in a haunted paradise
natures beauty forever giving.
But there are ghosts here
young men in their prime
cut down in war.
They inhabit the Military Cemetery
just down the road.
But some nights they march
down to their ghost ship
the one torpedoed
the one eight hundred souls drowned in.
Written by
nivek
113
   Safana
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