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Marooned

It was her eyes looking back
A curious glance
Aestowed with a smile
Sirens begin to sing
Beckoning to wonder her summer-burnt horizon

Looking back at her tasted sweet
As your head explores her waters
Heedlessly pulled into the deep
She was a vast ocean to discover
And I, a lost vessel without a sail








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