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portholes in a floating coffin (burial at sea) (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation Galavant-she's
falling down.
She broke a stencil,
melted crayons.
All afloat amidst
the séance.
Falling down,
sweet Galavant.
So take a chance-she's
calling out.
And broke a pencil
writing down a
floating sentence
since counfounded.
Calling out, "sweet
Galavant!"
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