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Arsonyc

Published: Nov 25, 2015

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Crashing against a wall of sand
Ticking, tocking
Falling as waves
Rocking
A bed of rough stone
Frozen in timeless moment
Watching gentle jumps
Leaping
White and black and white
Commanding
Silent

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Fishy-san87

Nov 27, 2015

A really good poem!

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