Ripple. Flutter. Flourish.
They break, they fall.
What beckons in its wake
Fluctuates. Vacillates. Indicates.
Their emotional chaos ensues.
They hit the ship
Against its starboard,
Billowing violently,
Like a woman scorned.
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Jun 4, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
Ripple. Flutter. Flourish.
They break, they fall.
What beckons in its wake
Fluctuates. Vacillates. Indicates.
Their emotional chaos ensues.
They hit the ship
Against its starboard,
Billowing violently,
Like a woman scorned.
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