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It stretched down to the sea. Nobody saw that man anymore. The black waters ripped him off the shore. Pulled him down, into the heart... the heart of Seacrest... a work of art.
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Cloudy with a Chance of Seacrest
PoetryThis is poetry like no other. This is not poetry for the faint of heart.