| Topic: The Futility of Salvation | |
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        Edited by
        technovative
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        Wed 10/19/22 06:24 PM
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      Head above waves when I walk on stilts
 and cloud the sea spray stirring the silt. When the wiseguy's shoes tug on my legs dragging me deeper this diver begs a mermaid to share air with a kiss to resuscitate the tanks with buoyant breaths. Lifting me slowly from the murky depths light shafts glint off her iridescent scales, beams a shade brighter every thrust of her tail. Pierce through the surface turn my head and see, a cement mixing thug lurking waiting to sink me. | |
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        Edited by
        Unknow
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        Wed 10/19/22 11:18 PM
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      U  N  I  Q  U  E    Poet Technovative   | |
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      Nice poem    . | |
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      Thoughtful and interesting   Loved it   | |
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      Thanks for your time and interest folks. I appreciate your feedback.
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