"The Irony" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe
These dark waters keep me calm,
As calm as an exploding nuclear bomb.
The night has came as bright as the sun.
I sit in my bed, wanting to cry and run.
With my dad I walk, and with my dog I talk.
Come with me and you will blindingly see, a
calm and still, raging sea.
The red sea is also and agency.
He's wearing a stolen wire, so its tracking him but stealing them.
This makes no sense but who really cares.
There are few words and little errors.
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