tint
the tintand
helllamented rose
lost therewill to sea
the coldsalt hew
gritwall punch of
thescented squall
stingrock aft
ropeburn aft
deadweight made
they succumbed to it all
insuch rotlog condits
the concentric terns
brasspolished afters
inconcrete wind
forced barpressure
for onemore might
peace was somehowsought
but in lowgrey fought
in lockfit inevitable
lampand glasstap that
sicklift shifts theneedle
to ever plummetset
these immensepated
in the whelming hue of doom
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