The ink on the note she wroteLeaches and bleeds,Into the sea. The water that carried her message of hope.On a sea that is deaf to her tearsThat stream downstreamBack to the sea. The cold, black, barren sea,Lifeless water,Grave of her daughter,Seascape of slaughter.
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