oceans crash, waves six feet high
populate the Pacific, no one can deny
enemies have been made upon the sand
neighbors, friends, might send you under the land
quickly gather your wits boy
unusually seeing you struggle doesn't give me joy
i don't want to do this but you have annoyed me
eternity in tartarus, kronos says, isn't very healthy
that which lies below wishes to say ahoy
oddly, the scorpion, deadly, venomous,
never killed, wasn't skilled and
ended the chance for a smooth plan
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
