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One noticeable rift

I caught upon my riddling,

Was the ripple of close associates

Slopping sneaky, off-shore.

Riddled with mutant features,

Pebble-green soul holders spy on;

Wouldn’t hand me a paddle

Even if it killed me - nice one.

I float on the lone raft,

To the nucleus of the sea.

Shot by atoms of air, silence,

Sandy dry stares -

They spiral no where.

But to silt that sits below the ocean.

Guilt gurgling deep, an oily black lotion.

The plugs have lost suction,

Holding animosity in place

You bottled up the bitter,

But wasn’t it all a waste?

8th August 2019

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