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a floting bottle of thee oceans sand
Architecture.- plato of the uder world gather atlantic possessions/
creat a europee countrie, to indice the weather's experinc/ the rocks glaze at the sun with a glance of heat/ fosolls of people recreat the sand for thee oceans/ standerd leaves & trees cover the land of peace/ the forest begotten the powerful anemals of the world/ emotion of heart came from the air above reackignition/ well wateing for a voice of clame a bottle from thee ocean laze in the mits of my delay/ my sole says aproch it... aproch it but still no movment/ my heart says come to the shadow of the peace but still know movment/ so my anger stands and gathers its thoughts and begans to run towrds the towerd shape bottle/ and there in the emptyness of the figgur lise a note/ sayen " there along off the wilderness there lives a man deepend of his murrders and sorrow a gental men but an evil creation from with in/ as i stand there and regain my sences my life drains a deep secreit where i my lonesome self remember being on a land far far away under a fire writing a note for rescue/ ' thank you for given me your time . |
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