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leviathan
this is a troublesome little one, I can't really decide if it's a keeper or set for the knackers yard
oh leviathan
dashed, bereft, under hanging skies
that mirror your sagging pall
I stand, Ishmael, to your bloody demise
amidst the niveous fulminating
and hovering nebs
where Neptune chose to serve your ruin
fit for its absolute picking
by those who need and others that greed
...
Tuesday 14th January 2014 11:05 pm
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