6 March 2011
Shoreline my meadow
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Shoreline strewn with shells
Waves breaking succinic sand
Seagull flying yells
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Why meadow hallucinate
Resentment procrastinate
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Shore, a shell’s meadow
Horizon cast like God’s hand
Seagull like a crow
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Why meadow my heart still yearns
Succinic resentment burns
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