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Anger in High Seas

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Riding the cold serpent
Across the open sea
Waves splashing the sides
Serpants opal flesh glints off the turning waves
Sliding by
As the moonlit sky
Fades to morn.
A yellow sun gleams
Upon a calm sea.

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