February 28, 2013
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Wounded, it slivers past
Pain, the silent, excruciating enemy
Five legs of the starfish, reduced to four
A crab’s clenching claws cleverly kill
Paralyzed with fear, escaping is a fruitless attempt
Healing seems distant, as the waves crash
Hope wobbles along forcing a smile
Barnacles and clams slowly open their shells
To glance at the injured fifth leg
Surviving seems distant, as the waves crash

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