the insignificant ocean falls,
trails of salt and,scars
will be all forgotten at last call.
transparent rocks thrown
will beat down the soul,
will hinder and break what has grown.
Will the wall tumble down
to lie submissive to stones?
the ocean fell, the soul drowned.
Boulders of hate fill in deep
Dark laughter ripples top
At the soul, ripped, sunk beneath.
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