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November 7, 2014

Atlantis by katiekerr says everything it could possibly say in as few words as could possibly be used; we can ask for no more from a poet than this

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Published: Jun 24, 2013

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Sometimes I think Atlantis was

Nothing but a sandcastle
Built below the tide line,
And maybe so were we.

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