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Liquid Mistress
Mattmckeown

A thousand white lilies adorn the edge of the craggy cliffs,
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Below, the sound of the ocean smashing,
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waves breaking on the golden sand of the endless shoreline,
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The spray and mist thick in the air with its briny smell,
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wind howling while gulls squawk in the near distance,
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Ten generations of seawater for blood call my name...
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9 Sep 17


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