Marooned — a poem
Why leave me on a desert island? An isle with no resources. A bone-dry atoll. No freshwater to drink. No trees for shade. Not even a…
Why leave me on a desert island?
An isle with no resources.
A bone-dry atoll.
No freshwater to drink.
No trees for shade.
Not even a coconut tree.
Dry gritty sand rubbing aga…
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