Ocean under the rose

Preceded the deep
Prudent and true do you walk
Or swim
The facet of depth to release

Craven harbor my insignificance
Few blue stewed mawkish luck
Or trim
The last drop of glee to believe

Gathered sap wept
Few cents given anew do you stalk
Or dim
The hatchet of breath to succumb

Flavored palaver our repast glance
Worn clues, brown downed hawkishly stuck
Or in
The arrows globular tree be among

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