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Infliction

Fog spread on the desolate sea

Almost overpowering the air we breathe.

White dust mounds hurled with the mist,

Creating shapes like bodies in a tryst!


Melancholic sounds we hear from afar

As a gauntness sets in, an attacking spar.

With waters reaching the empty beaches;

Leafing into ghost towns into the far reaches!


Unprecedented lunar activity lifts the seas

To new heights and drives the moist breeze.

Envelopes everything in sight,

Its an unknown enemy difficult to fight.


The distant cries leave us perturbed

We needed a tidal wave for it to be heard.

Literally no soul dare tread outside,

For Fear of the worst keep us inside!

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