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Oct 2010
All the wild ones are gone.
Their feral claws and nymphatic strings
Drug through the earth they held so dear and
****** underneath the waves

An Atlantean world of
Great sound and rush of current
A blue land with little breath
****** underneath the waves

Sound goes not from water.
Written by
m  Gender Fluid
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   --- and Melanie Anne Paulos
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