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They say she was born

from the sea.


She was made from

no man.


And she never had

a mother.



You can see it;


Her hair was like waves

crashing on rocks.



Her skin is like the wings on a bird

slicing through the water.



She is more beautiful that any maiden

adorning the bow;



And when she's angry, 

her eyes are like the sky

that melts into the sea.



They say she was born

from the sea.


And she's just as lonely

and just as willing

to swallow the world.








(That took me like an hour)

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