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Tuesday, June 5, 2007

The Mariner

He sits
on a vessel
with sails
to horizon.

He smells
and tastes
of sweat
and brine.

He hears
the beat,
the pulse
of deep.

He shuts
his eyes
and feels
the sea alive.
Posted by E. at 7:50 PM

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