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Voyage
By Paul Cameron Brown
The mystique of the sea,
where waves act as snares,
hang boughs over wet
blackness wherever winds
die driven ashore.
Melancholy vastness-its pleasure
the dim lights swallowed
in glutton happiness
the further I search
the sea.
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