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abandoned starring in my individual mind,

believe I position myself on a wooden ship,

I have a view of light brown waves,

inaugurating  a dance,

upon a body that appears with no beginning or end,

I observe waves emerge and stretch from far away,

body of water is no where in spectacle,

remains of death crops are the ones my eyes place sight, burning sphere positioned in the heavens,

interrupted by another sphere,

sphere providing glow seems to be getting close,

little by little it gets on the way,

a sinful sight I see up high,

dark sphere with rays of hope begins to show,

blustery weather creates faster tunes,

the waves in a quick motion they dance on this floor, elevation wind twirls and twirls,

taking all, leaving pure soil,

a plain good bye, glowing sphere offers appreciation,  blazing sphere left alone once again,

my body structure feels so cold,

body structure missing weight,

my flesh with the wind, was vanished,

soil sprayed with red fluid,

I am left in plain bones, trembling bones,

begin to quake,

captain with not a boat but a simple tomb

-che