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Mine is a body that should die at sea! And have for a grave, instead of a grave Six feet deep and the length of me, All the water that is under the wave! And terrible fishes to seize my flesh, Such as a living man might fear, And eat me while I am firm and fresh,— Not wait till I've been dead for a year!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Read poems about / on: water, fear, sea, fish, fishing
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