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Selkie by Poetrymann, literature
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Selkie
I know the ocean's gentle, rolling waves -
the treasures in its dark and murky depths;
and deep within its grottoes and its caves -
tis there the fey will lure me to my death
I met a girl so fair of face and skin,
her wanton kisses wrapping me within -
that all my senses lurched and crept away,
to lock me in this wet and slippery grave.
