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The ill winds
of fate keep
howling,
straddling the
sea shore.

Attacking the
waters
forcing the
tide to become
nervous.

Angry screams
are heard
endless echoes
crying in the
night.

Ever gathering
fragments,
throwing them
away.
Causing my
search to
continue.

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