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roiling across,
just as sea tempests toss'd.
Frost'd froth on brackish peaks churn
the sky.
To see and grow.
Being forever true,
To hearts wind-chimed as such as mine
I have been looking into the structures and examples of cinquains. I found a poet named Adelaide Crapsey and I love what I have seen of her work so far. This poem is my attempt at working with her style.

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