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Post by sevenseven on Dec 9, 2016 17:34:43 GMT -5
High tide brings salty torrent, warning flags.
Pin-sized scavengers unable to escape its gusts.
Refugee wanderers, feasting on the carrion, dressed in grey white and black.
Again my arms open, observe the mysteries, with a seer's gaze.
Single strand tug upon the weave, bricks form pyramid.
High tide brings the salty gust, of fully crested through.
Wanderers drab in grey, film cloud vision, but perception is clear.
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