May 19, 2009
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Solid, ice cold
Deep in the mist
Dark unknowing ocean
Still, nonchalant, motionless.
The ship soars forward,
Captain hears nothing, slow motion all around.
The passengers flail forward.
The devastation reaps hold.
Once broken and now sunken,
Sleeping solid, ice cold.

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