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Stir me as the sand ...
Gather me to the briny abysm,
Deep and dark and close ...
Reticent and cosmos cold,
Made sustenance for creation.
With Terrene, forever federated ...
Immortal but for the edacious
Sea of suns, heavenward ...
Aliment for the infinite expanse.
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Poetry.com 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi More than 1 year ago
well done
Akash Sharma More than 1 year ago
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