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So...

You think you know her
but her enormity of moods  
proclaims you do not  
that you could never know  
as she tickles your toes on the beach  
where the next dead whale will founder  
   
Without notice  
she may gather her skirts  
and rush upon you in a rage  
piling high the lump in her throat  
drowning the fires  
from some quake below  
   
So,  
could you ever feel safe  
with your hotel balcony  
on the third floor  
knowing once she swallowed mountains  
and all the world    
grew fins
Abracadabra
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 14th Oct 2014
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