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The survivors vaguely remembered that the signs of the wreck were early
At some point in the journey, it had touched a reef in the rapids
Perhaps it was the tip of the iceberg. By then the crisis was already lurking in all directions
The movement melted in the tremor, then the keel broke
The seams slowly cracked, and the sea came in like a wild wave
The ship slowly sank. As it sank, it made its own
emitted a rattling cry of sorrow, as if there were
countless firecrackers were burying it as if there were
thousands of rodents snickering and taking advantage of the darkness to make a
gleeful booing...
About the Creator
Ann M Hollins
Delete yesterday, fight today, and work hard tomorrow.


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