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Saturday, 9 March 2019

The shores

There's a world that waits,

beyond the shore,

frightened, silent,

still, with awe.

As the waves,

start crashing in,

with their names,

concealed within,

the quiet violence,

steals befores,

tridents battle,

wanting more.


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