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Oct 2014
The dock weeps the song of the chilled waters;
Staining the air with stale salt and wetwood with every croak.

Street lights peer ominously
through brume that sits on the Earth.

My heart is a fist.
Mesmerized
Were the Captain went down with his ship.
"Oh Captain, My Captain."

Rest In Peace
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   r, M White and Ryan Bueler
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