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Black Sea
the world spins
my thoughts spin
nights flies like a
plague of ravens
into the setting
sun
where am
I?
alone
alone
alone
a stone resting
on the bottom
of the Black Sea
never to be
touched
Published 17th Sep 2023
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6th Oct 2023 00:22am
Definitely felt the gloom here, using the ravens and black sea as a metaphor.
8th Oct 2023 2:04am
