Cruel waves
fold bob my body;
unfriendly waters spit
out of control now, tsunami
spreadeagles my soaking, shaking frame close
to jagged rocks and unfriendly
I'm being sweeped away
suffering the
cruel waves
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fold bob my body; unfriendly waters spit out of control now, tsunami spreadeagles my soaking, shaking frame close to jagged rocks and unfriendly I'm being sweeped away suffering the cruel waves Author notesTreacherous Waters - Rictameter Form In a listA contest entry
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