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Ten-Zillion Miles Away In Time
The Carpathian so near,
And yet so far.
Only ten miles away.
The Titanic within view,
But 'unsinkable'.
An emergency not realized,
Only fate's destiny knew.
 
Many trapped on Titanic's top deck,
Clinging to life and still holding hands,
Choosing to be beside each other, 
And being frozen in time.
Icebergs swirling around us, like sand
In an hourglass.
We ready ourselves to plunge into the
Sea, so dark and so cold.
Our dramatic love story begins to unfold.
Not enough lifeboats, will we survive?
We struggle to climb higher, or we'll have
No chance at all.
No way of knowing who's dead or
Alive.
The ship breaks up, things fall from it, 
And tumble on people, or into the sea.
Titanic's decks listing and tilting, 
Helplessly, and in horror, we watch 
People fall.
The smell of death all around us, 
And caught in its rapture, 
Who will Titanic's victimless be?

 
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