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Cool maelstrom riding the waves
lurching hungrily
angrily
destructively
chaos
there is no relief
no solace
from the anger and the hurt
torment and pain
it carries along the crystalline white foam
as it crushes
dulling thuds
pounding your spirit
smashing your soul
grinding the life out of you
bellows of laughter roll out from beneath the waves
and the rhythmic libations of the water
swing back and forth
back and forth
its heartlessness echoing softly in the chilly black night
it does not know.
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