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Tears flowing. it sounds wilder

yet deperate at the same time

Barely dressed

Waves pounding constantly against

the wood and rope torn to loose fibres

Raw throaths and busted lips

amongst the few survivors

Sea playing god, give or take

past or present

It remembers everything.

 

◄ Falls

River landscape ►

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