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May 2014
Someone says "Pleas help me"
I rush over and it looks like their dyeing.
I shout out for more help but people keep their noses down.
I holler and shout but people just keep bustling about.
The women died in my arms because of the people who just carried on.

Has the world gone insane, or am I the crazy one for caring.
Sea Side Storm
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