SCP Foundation

Sea worn gold still bright,
Gleam on banks of bone white sands,
Gone to sea once more.
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Soft hands hold soft gilt.
Truths forgotten linger here;
Etched soft in warm hearts.
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Dead man's thoughts misplaced,
Wealth he bore, heavy with time,
Loves and yen adrift.
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A kiss, long stolen.
Love, still fleeing wrathful eyes,
Where X marked the spot.
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To You who seek us;
This is not the end, my friend
We lie in places lost
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