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Dead Calm
Stars shimmer on the black glass sea

Nothing,
Eternal empty echoes through time

Still,
Inspiration abandoned hopeless

Night
Long moonless lonely

Distant
Arms outstretched aching futile

Soon
Wind comes blows sweet hope

Dread
If gales blow down what then

Lost
Lost lost lost

Uncharted
Eager exploration errant intent

Calm
Foreboding heavy heart's throb

Death
Lurking stalking hiding before me

Voices
Whisper calling, nerves tense

Breath.

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