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A death prison,
Many prisons of death.
In the ocean I die,
a vending of death.
Oceans are red,
with some blue.
In the ocean I am resting,
I find oceans so arresting.
Perhaps Ill dine with all the fishes,
Perhaps Ill dine with the sharks.
As I rest and sleep I wait,
and dine with all the fish.
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