Whether Any Storm

Whether Any Storm short poem

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Decorative floral arrangements along the sinking coasts
Separative morales deranges my song and inkling notes
Charrington’s coral courageous and strong linking two boats

His passion lays in the rubble of ruin, up in smoke
She’ll cash in roaring winds and what flew in, words not spoke
Love rationed and confined a shoe in, my throat choke

Fictional stories that concluded as kind
Altruist jaws kiss my manufactured mind
My sins always return for an infinite time

Forever

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