Pirate City: 2060

July 11, 2018

So do our walls, The wetlands die, Amidst the calls, For environmental reforms, For stricter relations, Anything to save us, From the conquering worms, This gulf. This river. This sea. Rising up around us, until our precious boot, Ceases to be. Only by boat, Can you reach us any longer, Our earthen moat, These levees […]

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