sheryl joy ola?o
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At times serene,
seemingly contented
and may be clad
in slow waves
At times troubled,
covered in spikes,
rushing to shore
hungry of dry land
crying out complaints
that no one could hear
As you are
forever imprisoned
So you rebel, bidding the wind
to carry you
Still you are dragged back
as the sun dries up
puddles of you
Thus your waves of seduction
tug at every sailor's heart
then your clutches swallow them
into the mysterious depths
to fill your heart
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